What It Whispers.

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Yours and mine, entwined hands,

Both together building this land,

The land of love and affection,

Where worries do touch us, but we smile nevertheless.

These bricks we lay above one another,

Sculpt a structure that we would be so proud of,

But before that, I need to know,

What's this emptiness within that can't be uttered in verses?

One or two are the stories of our sorrows and happiness

And we haven't even lived a phase yet!

Together we live on this earth,

With dreams and passion as wide as the sky,

Lost in the haze at times,

But never do we fail to dream.

Every night as we shut our eye,

Either a tear trickles down,

Or guilt eats us alive,

Or simply passion resurfaces like the aurora

Of the northern pole, vivid and imaginary,

Stunning and ambitious.

The void needs filling,

But the hands won't stop sinning.

We know we must begin,

Instigate this journey and find the way to home,

An eternal abode where we would rest together,

These bricks we lay must begin with the words scrolled out of our tongues,

The name of God mentioned and intentions straightened,

But silly are we humans,

That I put my hands above yours only for the world to see,

Bricks upon one another would it seem,

But the hands might even be crushing the solid red sands

Under the untainted civil hand of yours,

How cruel and hardened our hearts have become,

That in this abode we build,

We state that neither is a place for the pink or blue,

Red is the foundational sand, and not If you have it within you,

Then don't you dare place another brick here!

Go back to the land where you belong

The huge hand snarled!

Who to go where, when we were put together here?

For this land of affection and love we build,

Bricks must be laid by both of us,

I may be the cemented floor, and you maybe the lofty crescent atop the structure,

But whatever I maybe,

Am I not being the one who is holding this structure together?

The world wasn't marveled for the hues of blood smeared

on the tainted hands that are white as a pearl,

It was gazed at for holding together despite

the difference between you and I,

The blood that we share, the color of my eye,

The auburn hair of yours, the scarlet of mine,

Despite it all, we spoke a language with the gaze of ours,

With the heartbeats within- the language of love,

Barriers broken, now we stand sans any pillars that divide us,

But now that I search for the soft gaze that warmed my heart,

A wave of coldness hits me, and I'm falling into this abyss

That slowly threatens to strangle me,

And if I were not promised to let

my hands to be placed upon yours,

Entwined to build this together,

I fear not of me falling, but the bricks crumbling.