Theirs was a love that was all consuming. No star burned brighter, no blaze raged stronger than their love. It was a love that would make the very angels weep. Each time they joined, they were so close that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. Their names fell from each other's lips like a religious cadence. For them, every expression of their love was sacred. What one breathed out, the other breathed in. Their love kept them alive and nourished their souls. Twin pairs of sapphire orbs gazed at each other. Those eyes, so beautiful, like precious jewels spoke volumes. Even when apart, they could share a heart's worth of emotion in a single glance.
So were they joined and so were they doomed. Such a love can only end in tears, and fate dealt them a cruel hand. Now as night falls, a lone figure stands in a pool of moonlight, gazing up at the stars, lost in a memory of better times. A single voice whispers out to the darkness, "I will love you always." As the wind carries away this sacred vow, a single teardrop falls.