They are in the very wrath of love,
for they war with each other and love no one at all.
They are in the very wrath of love,
a war composed of words unspoken, sights unseen.
They are in the very wrath of love,
for they have found an enemy to love in the other.
They are in the very wrath of love,
a love that knows no past and hardly any future.
They are in the very wrath of love,
for they know there is nowhere for them to go.
They are in the very wrath of love,
a place where words mean more than everything.
They are in the very wrath of love,
for they believe secrets and stories are forever.
They are in the very wrath of love,
a mistake of fate and predestination come to life.
They are in the very wrath of love.