They sat out under the stars and talked all night.
Towards the end – when words melted as the sun began it’s ascent – their hands met and linked together, fingers entwined.
Theirs was a new love, born of the frailty of two souls meeting in youth.
There were many reasons why they shouldn’t have married, why they shouldn’t have shared that first kiss.
He was a nerd. She was a princess.
He loved comics. She dined with presidents and kings.
He watched science-fiction movies. She starred in romantic comedies.
And yet, as with the best love stories, they covenanted to be one – together – until death them parted.
And when death came, swift and just, they grasped hands.
Two folk, once young, now old.
Entwined. Beloved. Married. Covenanted.
Love is not emotion.
Love is time.
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