The Lone Souls

Eyes of the world watched
As the two lone souls walked,
And finally stood
Between some undergrowth in a wood,
Touching forehead and toe,
Hands clasped - not wanting to let go,
Skin touching with lips inches away,
Breath escape as they softly say,
Few words of love and close the final space
And give in to desire and fully embrace,
Not ones to sin but love they may,
As eyes of the world watch as them going their way.