Traipsing through the fields of their love,
With the feeling of floating high above.
The birds sing out so crystal clear,
But not a sound can pass through their ear.
They are trapped in this feeling, set in stone,
And neither will travel the world alone.
Blind to the sights and deaf to all noise,
They glide through their life with love's grace and poise.
Fearing for naught as they stand strong and tall,
Not thinking of the tragedies that might befall.
A crack in the feelings, a chink in the glass,
And the sky shattered down in one giant mass.
But despite all the pitfalls love may have in store,
Us fools, we humans, shall love evermore.