One was the light,
One was the dark,
They went to each other about their plights
Very similar indeed,
Why,
They'd both lost their beloved,
They comforted each other in their times of need,
And soon, it became something more.
It was wrong, they knew
But it made them feel better,
For they were quite a match,
Sadly, there was one little catch.
They had children from their dead lovers,
The little ones couldn't accept,
That their mother and father were trying to replace,
Their other parents, as if they never existed,
Not a trace,
But it was not like that.
They felt bad, yes,
Though, only each other could heal the wounds,
Fly, have fun, under the dark of the moon,
Communication was a problem at first,
But soon they learned.
Morse code wasn't too hard,
Korean was a bit difficult,
Still,
They made it work in the end.
And thats what matters.
