In a lone room, mute.
Two soul mates eyeing each other face to face
Both hands full with another,
One saying with a concerning tone–
“Let it be a princesses’s fantasy…not Juliet’s tragedy…”
Pulling out a ring, shining like stars in the night sky,
The other frozen like a statue, red-eyed with water, uttering 3 words
from his dried lips, “With you forever.”
Gripping her hand tightly, both holding the rings
Made contact with the intensity of a life or death battle
The fireflies flew by, the trees’ leaves bristled
The crickets made their cricket sound…
Footsteps crept…a cry echoed…white floors stained red.
“Together forever,” a straight fact, now with each other eternally,
But not knowing what the future awaited.
*Photo Taken in Valley Stream, New York