Holding Hands White and Black

Standing on tomorrow’s threshold
Stealing a peek through its flimsy fabric
I see you I see me
Standing congruent as one
On a certain terra firma
With hands entwined we were ready
Together to take on the world
Where once one was not enough
Now as two we are plenitude than a legion
Victory is certain tomorrow
When with you, my darling arch-angel

And from here on, beyond all fights
We commence the saunter into our forever-happy-after
Covering distance and gaining ground
Upon each and all moments
Of a day without an end
You are the object of my constant doting
And there is no one else
Or I just cannot see them
For since we crossed the Rubicon
You have been given to me
As all the gains and treasures of this world
Rolled-up together in one

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