• Sounds of silver fill the air.
    And the sweet sent of honey lingers in her wake.
    Awoken in the early light.
    From movement of his delicate hand.
    It passes her by in a soft sweeping motion.
    Both they lay, unseen or clothed.
    Together they are with happiness and love.
    Many days have passed them by.
    But not one more treasured most.
    For they spend every waking moment unseperated
    And not one person matters more
    For the love of the two holds them strong
    Embracing the light that shines on them
    They are holding on....


    -Danny
    A.K.A Kitty