Don’t Release

Take the breaths, calculated by the falling sun,
and a need to repair anything broken within.
But nothing breaks when the bond holds strong
versus the outside force of a jealous crowd.

A crowd filled with endless faces of envious disappointment,
the looks of which turn one-time smiles into ugly frowns.
No one is stronger than us.
Nothing can take us down.

Take my hand through the uphill battle,
a sword to clear the pathway,
your heart to keep you moving.
Just don’t release.

Because I’ll never give back
the hand that I hold, while the forehead I kiss
collapses into my chest, as my head covers yours
and we are reminded of the beauty we possess.