Bourbon‑Borne Southern Grit

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He met her where the river turned, The morning pale; the shoreline burned. She carried honeysuckle’s trace, A quiet warmth he longed to chase. They’d meet beneath the leaning pines, Where sunlight thinned in crooked lines. Her heart would race when he drew near, A love held fast against their fear. Her days were carved by harsher hands, While he walked through unchallenged lands. Yet when she leaned against his chest, The noise beyond them came to rest. I’ll love you past the dark and rain I’ll love you through the deepest pain. Here where the river curves in shade, Our vow moves softly, unafraid. They kept their names in hushed retreat, Two hearts concealed on borrowed street. He breathed her warmth like something rare, Honeysuckle woven in the air. They knew the world would hold them down, Its cold decree, its tightened crown. Still in the dark they shaped their way, A quiet path they dared to stay. A storm rolled in with iron sound, The sky pressed low against the ground. They fled toward where the border shone, A narrow truth they claimed as home. I’ll love you past the dark and rain I’ll love you through the deepest pain. Across this wild and trembling land, Our vow holds fast where we both stand. So close their eyes drew wide, Freedom now within their sight. A place where no laws lay bare, To say who's love goes where. Behind them rose dawn's first light; As judgement’s hooves were taking flight. The riders closed the final span; Rain on steel and earth on man. He fired each shot with trembling aim, A single round still left to claim. He hit the dirt, his breath pulled thin, As the bullets burned beneath his skin. She saw the truth behind his eyes: A breaking world, a severed tie. She knelt beside him, took his hand; The storm around them couldn’t stand. She chose to follow where he’d be– To hold him for eternity. I’ll love you past the dark and rain I’ll love you through the deepest pain. Though death now walks between our names, Our vow still moves in summer flames. With love still blowin’ through cypress trees- On warm, sweet honeysuckle breeze.