Removing the mound of dirt and soil,
They held in defiance of turmoil.
And 3,000 years later,
As it was spoken on that day.
When a man and woman meet,
If the woman that was is no longer,
And the man that is cannot ascertain something stronger,
Long after we cease to be,
And when the dust fills our lungs,
We will live on in permanent embrace for all to see,
Our love was meant to be.
Very powerful. The
Very powerful. The photograph is a distraction, but the poem transcends that baggage and soars into its own emotion without it.
J-Called