Look how she hordes the truth
She wears it proud with certainty
Protecting her age of youth
Guarding her secrets for eternity

Beware, how he guards his eye
His vision blurry, his message unclear
Trapped in his own battle cry
His cape now full of fear

Tiptoeing into existence
Each with a different appearance
But it matters not that faces are missing
That tongues aren’t united by kissing

Inside her, his spirit roams
In each other’s arms they both have homes
Love is in the blood and bones
Together, they can carry many stones

© Delia Ross. 2019