The old wives tale,
Taught of the power of love,
Breathe a word,
Enchant it with lust.

Say it aloud,
A million times,
Death will be powerless,
In front of its might.

So we the fools,
So smitten by us,
Believed our destiny,
Was together as one,
A shining star that lit the night,
And pointed north to the sailors in flight.

We said it, we sang it, we even danced,
We prayed aloud to Aphrodite's love,
We believed our forever, was forever ours,
Eternity, always, was a minute apart.

But beauty is haunting,
In Dolos's backyard,
The god of trickery,
Has made words his art.

Love in hate,
And hate in lust,
Together is painful,
Yet so is staying apart.

Forgiveness repeated,
Repeated faux pas,
In passion we yielded,
We yielded our passion for us.

Those words were planted,
Etched forever in our hearts,
As our souls crafted,
An escape plan without us.

What the future may hold,
For us without you,
In a sailing ship above,
We'll always be two.