Our life goes on as distance fades;
For on our own we live today.
Yet on tomorrow we see a boon;
That day we kiss, under the moon.
There sometimes isn’t much to say,
But always much to feel;
When two lone figures come to play,
The heat is surely real.
Yet first the heat begins at glance,
A magnet there revealed;
So all begin to poke at chance,
Lest feelings be concealed.
Soon the sparks begin to shine,
Growing warmly under heel;
While chasing after all the signs,
To make a wholesome deal.
Two great stars once found their way,
Meeting under circumstance of gray;
Collision granted sparks to fly,
Erupting flames to soar on high.
Warmth and want consumed them both,
The flames to flare above sworn oaths;
Within the blaze the stars would dance,
Giving all to one brave chance.
Beyond all hope the stars did yearn,
Forgotten warmth upon them burned;
Lost in flames the stars did cry,
The time arrived to say goodbye.
The flame at last had run its course,
Yet in the stars lived no remorse;
For all that burned as stars came wake,
To ash they scattered, beyond escape.