Do we stand together,
you and I
for surely we shall
need our strength
at least for a little
while

You hand entwined
all that I can hope
pinned upon the
likelihood of our
imagining

Your breath kisses
my neck as we
exchange the
love that passions
give

All of this
shall seem as but
a whisper of time
and, yet, who
can know what
echoes these whispers
make