She said, "I cannot stand to be alone",
So she found herself a loyal stone.
He hardly ever left her side,
Parting slower than the tide.

She was a sinner, the worst of all:
Not just water, but a waterfall.
So great was her longing to be free
That sitting still meant stagnancy.

"I am like water, flowing and white,
But you are a rock, steady and wright.
How can we hope, our natures apart,
To ever be one and share the same heart?"

He was a sinner and hardly better:
Not just a rock, but also a fetter.
His love was so desp'rate and blind,
He drove her out of her **** mind.

"You're not water, you're just blue,
And it will work since I love you.
So even if we are some contrary,
I think we are still meant to be."

To demonstrate the truth of this,
He claimed her with a cold, hard kiss.
And still he struggled to conceive
Why she ever chose to leave.