Ever so smoothly,
we dance to the music
of passion.
Ever so softly
we fall like feathers
from the wings
of Eros and Phileo.
Ever ardent
we bring each other warmth
and affection transcendent.
Ever do we love.

She and he were inseparable
But not the always together type
It was on a much deeper level
Their hearts were in sync
But the thought of him leaving
Made her cry until she sank
The day finally came
When he left on the plane
She grew tired of trying
And so sick of crying
The hope became lost
And a last their love was doomed