Star-crossed lovers

in perpetual orbit;

the Moon circling

the Earth circling

the Sun—

a Sun

that doesn’t seem to shine

on us.

Still, your heart


the rhythm of mine

as my soul is

the other half of yours

despite the spouses

our spouses



yours, mine


not ours…

Not yet.


One day,

when it is time

our patient, stoic,

love will burn out


in a

sublime conflagration,

a celebration

of us.


One day.




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