A Thousand Years

A pair of perfect lovers cannot coincide without a licentious lurch in temporal ticks.

A match was made in heaven

And in heaven lit a flame:

A love between two partners

Who you'd swear were both the same.

The love was so iconic,

Recognizable on sight,

Embraces shared between their eyes,

As hearts had taken flight.

The story took a sudden twist,

When lips of theirs did meet,

Time began to twitch around,

Jealous of romantic feat.

A thousand years then passed them by,

Without concern of wait.

The world had changed entirely,

Their lives of past now late.

No older were their bodies,

But all they knew was gone.

They found themselves together,

But a brand new world was drawn.

Without a soul to greet them and

Unsure of what to do,

A tender kiss was shared once more,

To see if it was true.

Another thousand years flew by,

Concerning both the two,

Whatever should they do from here,

When time was all they knew?

The man surveyed their setting,

Studied close what was around.

Then turning in, discovered

No solution to be found.

He took his partner by the hand,

Concern detailed her face.

Smiling, he sealed their fate,

Removed concern with grace.

Their embrace was eternal,

Their passion's timeless flame:

Two lovers caught in love-lock,

Seeking out the final frame.

Author's Note

This was written a while back, and the only thing I personally find displeasing here is the continuing 'oo' rhyme from do/true--two/knew. However, it feels complete to me as it is, and revision would insult whichever lovers inspired this poem.