He's tall and handsome, she's slim and beautiful.
                      Their hands twine together like the roots of a tree.
                       Her cherry red lips, meet the warm pink flesh of cheek.
                       Tears of joy sparkle against the chasm of hate and anger.

                       He's in love and he knows its time to wake from slumber.
                       Once love now turns to sacred hate and is used as selfish bait.
                       Cotten sheets are flung upon a cold stone bed and used in fate.
                       Pale white complexion mixed with blood red roses on white snow.

                      Finally they draw their last breath of fresh air.
                      Their lungs extract in a tide of swelling pride.
                      Than all at once the world is gone and it ends like a marathon.
                      Then all falls into a forgotten sleep like death...