Last hours (reading one)
She’s there to save him from eternal fire
Touching the light, warm peace of mind they hire
With the labour of love, no coins of desire
In a world unclothed, faith: their only attire
Somehow they know it, they’ re fatally aware
Of the triangle within the secret square
Last hours now nearing, changes are phased
As truth is penniless, all lies: purchased!
Makes me think that ...
The power of our love for another is enduring and eternal.
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