They shared dreams and purposed to last;
Yet their promises become memories of the past,
Like the breeze across the face,
That pleases merely on the surface.
Take a look deeper, beyond and yonder;
You'll see nothing save the two made asunder,
By the curse of dissatisfied eyes
And the sun's purposeful march across the skies.
Soon both are left with the common fear
Of being equal and (oddly enough) queer.
So one eloped east, the other wandered west,
Each taking scorns for the other - offering no rest.