"Till Death Does Us Not Apart"
Two hands unite as one.
Two hearts beating in tune,
in rhythm, in sync,
buried in the same tomb.
Alive they were in love.
In death, not apart.
Nothing can tear them away.
Nothing can break their hearts.
As long as they had each other,
the world would stand still,
singing a song of passion,
pure love and freewill.
They withstood the tests of time.
They overcame every mountain.
And when old age beckoned them,
they drank from youth's fountain.
Blessed with all the glory of the world.
Cursed with all the pain.
When someone got hurt,
they felt it just the same.
This was their punishment,
their burden to carry,
for their love was forbidden,
they were not allowed to marry.
Two sides of a coin.
Two rights, make a wrong.
And even in death,
their love and pain carries on.
© 2011 Beautiful Garbage