Twins from the early morning dew,
They are placed side by side,
Ill-conceived dreams are decked,
Forgoing the complexity of life,
Satin lips unfurl beneath the snow,
Not yet received the compliments,
Which begets a wonderful surprise,
Of death and sadness tomorrow,
You wait in bewilderment,
Not seeing the well defined plan,
Ashes and bones surrounds,
This once great yard,
Love as you know, existed,
Many years have trickled,
Beneath life's story,
The end, never conceived.
And the beginning,
Yet to be received.
