Star-crossed lovers
in perpetual orbit;
the Moon circling
the Earth circling
the Sun—
a Sun
that doesn’t seem to shine
on us.
Still, your heart
beats
the rhythm of mine
as my soul is
the other half of yours
despite the spouses
our spouses
and
children—
yours, mine
and
not ours…
Not yet.
One day,
when it is time
our patient, stoic,
love will burn out
LOUD
in a
sublime conflagration,
a celebration
of us.
Ergo, the Ogre 
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