Nature will have to change its course
Before our engaged minds divorce;
The sun shall prefer to ascend from the west rather than to watch our siamese shoulders stride apart. What is whole will reject all offers,
To exist in dividends of two halves.
A duet of harmonized hearts will sing loudly enough;
To drape the fear of drowning in the noise of un-synchronized rhythms;
of footsteps echoing in opposite directions as 'us' becomes two I's,
Refusing to meet eye to eye;
Unwelcoming the thought of one another.
I guarantee that the pallet will always retain it's true colors;
to ensure this masterpiece is not dulled into abstract strangers.