Her Hand and Theirs

Two hands hold dear
So tight for they could not be pulled apart
The rusty saw of long ago-
Tried to saw again once more-
Alas, it could not
The ruby saw slipped -
Onto her arm-
He was bloody as she was -
Yet, leaving them alone
The hands stayed together though they were apart
Apart, they must be
For that is how it was
For that is how it is
For that is how it should always be forever.