Stay with me now, Marry me forever

"What does a person do for the one he loves ?" I asked And the humming Nature answer was given without impasse: "His heart will be his oath and the rings will be the seals, And the whispers are the kings in front of which devotion kneels." And when they're dancing hand in hand, together with the wind's soft breeze, And the moon follows their footsteps, enchanted by such bland reprise, The ground beneath then breaks apart and carries them both as it floats, Losing them among cold waves, mountain peaks and blazing coasts. There are no mouths to pierce nor eyes, for the world to be has ceased. And their ears hear only what their hearts whisper through beats. There's no need for conversation when their gaze exude desire. They're as simple as it gets: face to face, under no layer. Even if the time flies fast, and the daylight wanes through blinks, And the boat that carried them all these years upstream sinks, Still hand in hand with childish smiles, they keep dancing, far from shore. The oaths they made and kept so long will bind them someday, somewhere, once more.