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