A fickle of the finger,

And fate is oddly turned.

What once flourished from love,

Is now but an inch of scorn.

A minute of failure-

Raw end of the deal;

She's always broken

Because she's afraid to give in.

A blur of his ego -

He always puts it aside,

To pick up the pieces,

Others carelessly left behind.

A cradle of beliefs-

A galaxy of longing.

They play off of each others words,

That always keep them coming.

A never ending battle-

A love in its' finest,

His voice soothes her soul,

As her laugh breaks his silence.