Maybe if I'd have practiced deeper temperance,
I'd have had a chance at understanding her.

If I had done all the things,
That I expected of her,

Maybe we could have broken the chains,
With which we bound each other.

I made a promise to her in my heart,
But left it unsaid in anxious fear,

And we devolved to speaking in riddles,
In the hopes that the other would hear.

It mattered less where the path led,
Only that the other would follow,

We needed each others love,
But our egos led us to leave us hollow.

We wanted a perfect relationship,
But pride was a pill neither would swallow.