As their stolen hearts beg for oxygen.

And at thy shrine hold such gentle grace,

With love coiling around locked hearts.

Gentle feet dance in the ballrooms,

A delicate kiss shared between broken flames.

The vines of love surround them all,

Clasping their ankles and grabbing their hands.

For of pityful grace and of dying passion,

The sweet scents of tomorrow are masked by the sour tang of yesterday.

For two bodies and two minds cannot move on,

When two hearts are still twined and two souls are still speaking.