You and I will always have this--
The sun beating down on our heads as you **** on a sweet tea-soaked straw and I sip amber ale--
Distant giggles ricocheting off eggshell walls and floral-printed arm chairs melodically--
Secret words and symbols more problematic than the Babylonian texts of old--
Moments of silence and contemplation freezing time so we may never leave this temple--
A temple we built together, you and I.
A fortress stronger than Alexander.
Our shrine will prosper ever more.

You and I will always have this.