Lovers End

Love is doomed to an early death, forever tinged
with sadness; even ardent lovers sense it can't last.
Ah, the mythical illusion no one in the world loved
so deeply as us. Entwined, yes so heavenly I was your
body and your body was me. Sensuous we smiled
I saw my image in your face drown in the miasma of love.
The cooling of ardour was not for us, but we could
not stop time. Grey sky, why must delight die?
The ship has left the anchorage and the sea is endless.