A poem

Though the brutal hazards of life may stretch in front of us
we will yield not to them but instead fight with the strength of our heart
that had just been turned into one.

The cold of January may harshly act upon us
we will shiver not but hold firmly on to each other and breathe out the excess warmth
that had just been evoked by our thrust.

The monsoon rain may try to defile us as we walk hand in hand
we will give it a damn; wont look behind and stick hard to the truth inside us
that had just been discovered by the nudity of our selves.

Likewise, the beautiful autumn may even try to deceive us
we will betray not on to each other nor even suspect at each other's honesty
that had just been reinforced by our faith.

Contrariwise, then the spring of love will surely smile on us
we will then continually smile at each other and bloom the flowers of modesty
that had long been the essence of our roots.