Two hearts, poised to meet, forever they stayed,
Two hearts, poised to meet, a sorrow displayed.
Two hearts, poised to meet, their fate betrayed.
We wept, but tears remained unshed,
Wept, though our sorrow was widespread.
The heart's tale, on our tongues, lay unsaid.
We heard them not, nor could our voice be led.
The heart's yearnings, within the heart, were bred.
Two hearts, poised to meet, forever they stayed.
All our promises, now, are being plundered,
All our promises, now, are shattered and sundered.
Now, only we, and their presence, are engendered.
Did joy's spring bloom, then fade, in a wondrous manner?
Did joy's spring bloom, then fade, the spring's banner?
The heart's solace, within the heart, was a goner.
Two hearts, poised to meet, the night's long scanner.
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