It was sort of an art form, this love
I was certainly a piece of work

And it made us think, and feel and
open our eyes in wonder and awe
while our mouths and lips pondered on what our hearts
were doing

We screamed and fought
Cried out words that spoke of love and defeat

Always sealed with our naked bodies
ending up intertwined somehow

they made up the final brushstroke of a masterpiece
and the last note was sang while our hearts were breaking on a stage made up of broken promises and salty tears