Beauty Sold

Though we both separate ways,
hearts of love always stay.
As you touch my stone, so cold,
stories written, being told.
Babes are born,
smile at me.
Names are worn,
sweet destiny.
Paths that feet cannot touch,
following those adored so much.
Bumps and curves come endlessly,
gentle hands set souls free.
Though we both separate ways,
hearts of love, cannot stay.

(RJB 1998)