What is to become of us who hold so dear the beat of each others heart. We embrace each solitary beat holding on to the meaning of what the next beat is. It is not our whim that it has happened but a force of will that we have put upon each other in hopes that our love will live on forever. If your heart skips a beat mine shall surely mirror and skip one as well. If you bleed, I shall bleed too. Our attachment is not just of the body and mind. It is a coupling of the soul. I feel your whisper without it being said. I feel your pain when no one else can see it. I hold your joy when you will not share it with anyone else. We are hopelessly attached for all time. Bound by nothing but the love within our hearts, unbound from the chains that man has put upon himself in the hopes of restraining all that is good within us. Hold me now for I need your embrace. Let me feel the warmth of your soul as it envelopes mine. Let are hearts come into time and beat with a singular efficiency that only we can understand and feel. Smother me in your love for no other reason than that you can and you have the desire to. Hold me tight and let it seep into my very reason to be alive. What we shall become is nothing compared to what we are. We are the sum of two hearts. Hearts that beat for each other, not beside each other. Our love will be heard for a lifetime. Our echo will last for eternity.