Trailing Her Fingertips "True love lasts forever,"
she said,
trailing her fingertips
through their years.

Theirs had been the tale often told:
love entwining,
twisting time
into binding cords,
cutting her delicately
if she struggled-
the scars unseen.

Unless, of course,
one gently gauged
the depths of her eyes...

But no one did.