Both:
Love is the only thing patient and kind,
Humble and never ending like a dove.
Faith, hope, and love abide for one to find,
But the greatest of these concepts is love
Mia:
Music was what we both had in common:
He the lead singer in the Shooting Star,
I the cellist who was not forgotten,
He on his old Les Paul Junior guitar.
Adam:
Air guitar and air cello we played with,
Electricity sparks when we play notes.
The music created, only in myths
In the air and through us does the sound float.
Mia:
My whole family died—I could not choose.
Adam:
She chose to stay; death she did refuse.