I was out of breath on that winter’s eve
I saw you there amongst the quiet crowd.
Both artists, children of the stage, were we
Unyielding silence was my only sound
Days passed, Nights Waxed, as I discovered you
A beautiful Rose with the sharpest Thorns
This friendship budding, so vibrant and new
I’d been waiting for this since I’d been born
Our friendship, at first seemed nothing but right
Magical, Marvelous, Merry was this
Our talks ne’er faltered, we said no good nights
It seemed all of Life was to be this bliss
Our demise, to me was Unthinkable
Like Titanic, my love, unsinkable
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