If ever they loved, they have never
That which was came to pass
A future not destined to last
Briefly, fleetingly and eternally
Time drippels by, seasons changed
As uncaged birds set out to fly
It was a fragile love or so we say
Watching a dying flame on its final day
Flickering and dimming, when death finally came
Levaing behind only scorch marks
Or so we say
Looked upon by us who passed by
We bid them no farwell but silent goodbye