Till the End

The man and woman walked, hand in hand,
Together forever, till the end.
The love of the blossom bloomed,
Till the sun no longer shone through.
The man now has an empty palm.
He began to sing a sad song.
The blossom is tattered and wilted,
For he recalled time when their love was quilted,
But the stiches remain strong and clean.
When he passed he showed a gleam,
For she looked how she had seemed.
The man and woman now walk, hand in hand,
Together forever, till the end.