I tell of a tale,
of a paradise lost
before it was found
Cowards they were,
masking what was so plainly
a destiny,
a desire by the heavens
He wouldn't spill,
she wouldn't ask,
but talk of nothing
they did,
till the untold
eloped with the map
to the paradise
till tension,
assisted by time,
paved a forked path;
a lane separately for each
I tell of a tale,
with regret,
of a paradise lost
before it was found
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