She was a poem that a poet was never able to write
He was knight that was never able to fight
She was the cake that a cake maker was never able to make
He was the goal that a soccer player was never able to score
She was the rhyme
He was the melody
She was the sun
He was the moon

They were star-crossed lover
Always passing each other but never colliding
Maybe the timing was never right
Or maybe they were always meant to be another poem of two star-crossed lovers