Over

The life we chose together
Was the life we hoped to end.
Love, once frail and tender
Had broken and would not mend.

I cannot say what happens
To the heart and to the mind
But I fear they are hindered
By angels most unkind.

Or perhaps it is the lover
Who quits loves ragged quest
Or exchanges heated passion
For cold-hearted jest.

At any rate it was over
And we parted separate ways
To see the other no longer
For the length of all our days.