They lay in bed next to each other.
They lay close, their bodies tender.
Trouble loomed, not too close, yet not far.
As they lay in bed in each others' warmth.
Passions had been ignited, not too long ago.
Flames were not yet subdued.
But not tonight, there was only time to speak.
As she looked upon him, his face scared and meek.
They would handle everything, they thought.
But they knew life didn't treat so kindly.
They would be together through it all, they said.
And sure that was true, they lay close in bed.
There were eight more months to go.
She was terrified, little money they had, their own.
But they'd take care of it somehow, he kept assuring.
As he kissed her forehead, he'd be with her, promising.
Was it a mistake; maybe it was, they felt.
Were they too young; of course they were, they knew.
But love knew no bounds then, and it wouldn't ever.
As they lay fondly together, thinking of the future.
PS. This post is for the image above given at the Room For Romance #1