We stand back to back,
our hands clasped,
I star locking into your gaze,
courage pouring into me.
My support gives a squeeze,
My heart and I,
we are ready to take your hand too.
Imprisoned in the cell of my eye,
you are locked up deep within me.
We are  not married,
that isn't necessary,
we are not of a describable relationship,
In this world riddled with titles,
ours is not a single word.
In a resolve I suppose,
my resolve would be,
that I am never letting go of you,
you are my partner,
my equal,
the last of your kind,
endangered yet secure as the last I shall ever have.