She got a new pair of hands,
he got a new moustache,
they were prepared to say their goodbyes,
but as fate had it their souls crashed...
She fought the comets,
he fought the stars,
together they had to win against the planets,
there were no bars...
Their visions were blurred,
it got very absurd,
they didn't know what occurred,
their screams could not be heard...
Red hair,
golden hands,
thin unbreathable air,
alone they stand...
Her Sapphire pendent,
ruby rings,
together they blended,
their sepia wings...
A golden heart,
a blue soul,
together, never apart,
a mind like pure gold...
Nothing could take then away,
not the diamond rings,
here forever they stay,
until they use their divine sepia wings...
Picture from the net - ( www.harleystreetpsychotherapy.org/
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