Bittersweet

The strain of separation leaves a sore, sorrow abides and festers in the heart; two star-crossed lovers smitten to the core, despairing of the days they'll spend apart. Spirit, soul and testament they share, blind to worldly consequences, broken by the distance in between, for where'er their footsteps fall each retains a token. Two rings confirm a union true and bold; connubial bliss that will not e'er be stilled though time and tide would try to break the mold, a fire undying, passion unfulfilled. The day will shortly dawn to soothe the strain, and end their bleak despondency and pain.