The sun pierced the horizon,

 

As it never fails to do.

 

There sat a boy and a girl,

 

Whose tiny fingers’ were tangled and knotted.

 

A young love that could last forever.

 

 

 

Noon arrived shortly, for time was still ticking,

 

As it never fails to do.

 

There sat a man and woman,

 

Whose fingers’ weighed heavy of gold.

 

A love that would last forever.

 

 

 

The sun was finally laying to rest,

 

As it never fails to do.

 

There sat an old man and woman,

 

Whose seasoned fingers’ clasped each other.

 

A love that lasted forever.

 

 

 

Night took over, and day became just a distant memory,

 

As it never fails to do.

 

There laid a man and woman,

 

Whose fingers’ were buried six feet under.

 

A true example of the cycle of love.