Amid the rubble, marble hands,
ten fingers firmly interlocked,
the arms broke off from figures crushed
in struggles of another age.

Not much remains, but this is all
one needs to see when wondering
if love could bear the savage wrath
of weather, war, and centuries.

No magnitude of havoc has
undone that clutch, that fierce embrace
of soul mates I can almost see,
their gaze cemented, eyes to eyes,

no words about to part their kiss
because their touch is voice enough
to vouch how love withstands a fall
and nothing shall erase it all.