When they find our bones,
one million years from now,
will they see our love etched?
Will they be able to measure our heart cries,
with scientific instruments?
our echoes in the stars.
They say there is no marriage in heaven,
but I wonder if He would reconsider,
make an exception, for these two souls,
temporary bones, but eternal hearts.
I’m not ready for false teeth,
and we still have the spark,
but whenever we do meet in heaven,
may our spirits join hands,
as we bow, in the light,
before our Creator.
Blessings to everyone and PEACE!
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
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