What we have built here
let no man put asunder,
not a down pour of human tears,
neither by hell's fire or nature's thunder.
Let us grow like the flowers
to touch the passionate sun,
never to feel hell's black hearted power,
for our time has most assuredly just begun.
Never to end upon this earth,
to rise as the sun of high noon,
foretold at our gloriously human birth,
our magnificent love will never end too soon.
Carry on until the clouds roll,
until stars burn out so intense,
it is our extraordinary love that we control,
let our true passionate lives surely commence.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
