Strangers may meet without knowledge of Truth
On separate shores, they wait for the other
Until Time passes, destroying their youth
And both of then find for themselves, another
Yet, Truth still remains to grant them each peace
She waits for them to vow their lasting love
Long will be her wait; do not hurry please
They shall not ever meet, but far above
For, alas, Truth has not won this reason
She will have to wait another season