The sunflower of her madness,

And the poppies of his crimson heart

Crossed paths at one of the winding roads

Where love was cornered from the very start.

One spoke of fallen constellations,

And the other of stealthy confabulations

But none of them laid their eyes on the buds of love

That started to grow between those ferns of tribulations.

Smiles were exchanged and songs were sung,

Of lovers that each cherished in the wilderness of their hearts.

Alas! the sun never shone upon the heaviness of those two

Hapless beings born to depart.

Nights were lost and days were passed ,

In constant merriment of something

That both knew would never last.

This growing and steadfast love

Soon became a memoir of their travelled past.

Moments and places and memories were marked

Between two souls who were always close, yet too apart.

The angels never smiled ,and the demons always laughed

At the intricacies of their innocent

faces and idiosyncratic hearts.