The First once had looked upon his face,
Searching for his hidden desire,
A hint of a passionate burning fire,
But wounded feelings she must encase;
For she saw nothing in his face.
He looked upon another so sweet,
The Other set her eyes the same as he,
One by the other they stood for eternity,
Never apart could the two now be,
Together they seemed so concretely complete,
Once more, The First hid her mournful defeat.
How tender together the other two sang their song,
Twas fresh as the the mid morning rain,
Their love was simple and perfect and plain,
Longer the First suffered the bitter-sweet pain,
She loved the two with emotion so strong,
Though the bond seemed to perfect, the timing was wrong.