The Covenant.

A covenant forged by bearers of shattered hearts. A graveyard to graves of memories that seldom depart. You are a shrine, divine — Such is the peace that you impart. A once bitter soliloquy flourishes into a harmonic dialogue. Our hearts speak in rhymes, as we let our emotions run rogue. Countless words I write in your name yet countless still remain. Memories I carve into skin and paper, will brave time's decay. With our love as a blade, I'll have sorrow slain. Our presence, a sacred sanctuary, — A debt we must not repay.