who would have believed
what these two souls achieved
there was no hope for either
there is doubt for neither
the lows are low, the highs are high
for endless tears they cry
staring into those eyes
an endless canyon of lies
opening the rusted gates
hearing those struggling grates
when one door opens others close
sometimes they blossom like a rose
together the souls thrive
even though they strive
an affection like no other
just small loving utters
these souls have a bond with vigor
but who will pull the trigger
similarities are plentiful
which these souls make so beautiful
