THESE TWO CLASPED HANDS

Until death do us part they made us swear,
But ours is love that cannot be torn
By death or what is feared to be greater.
For the gods that rule the skies,
the lands and the seas beneath,
have in our hands our fate bequeath.
Let’s leave these humans a love laden tale,
They say it’s not human to love as we have done,
So we might not be human at all.

Let all men take heed this day,
That pure love will find its way.
Not the type that’ll toss and turn,
And at the sight of little flame burn.
Simple selfless true acts like holding hands,
Can last a lifetime and beyond.

Younglan Louis