In stories of love and conflict
The greatest were of me and you
The influence of hydroponics
Done unravelled a thing or two
Like the perfect slurps in life
Are of chowder not of stew
And the perfect us derived
From the balance of me and you
We basked in endless reverie
Though the years were but a few
This reality of fantasy held eternally
For today
     my love
           today
                I bid you
                                                Adieu.