Unstoppable force and immovable object,
Repel one another when by chance colliding.
The Brownian-Motion within this love potion,
Ensures our opinions are always dividing.
I am from Mars my dear;
You hail from Venus.
A meeting star-crossed
Like the Sun and the Moon.
Destined to let this cruel world
Come between us.
Our last kiss eclipsed by a shadow at noon.
A rose that is built
Out of music by moonlight;
Petals stained ruby with nightingale blood.
Cast down in disgust
To be crushed by a cart-wheel,
Because of mere trivia misunderstood.
We quest for a grail of illusive perfection,
Each hoping we'll find it some glorious day.
Yet gaze with remorse at our jaded reflection,
That looks like The Picture Of Dorian Gray.
[Chorus:]
Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart.
Love's an affliction without a known remedy.
Blunt-bladed fate
Deemed to cleave us apart;
Emotional surgery pays no indemnity.
Some seek release with effete anaesthesia,
Others adapt to the role of sworn enemy.
You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia;
It was far easier losing my memory.
And the nightingale sang:
"Sing love's lament
With a thorn at your breast.
Impaled by her barb;
Cruel and unforgiving.
A million dead poets would gladly attest;
Heart-ache's a keepsake
To remind us we're living."
[Chorus:]
Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart.
Love's an affliction without a known remedy.
Blunt-bladed fate
Deemed to cleave us apart;
Emotional surgery pays no indemnity.
Some seek release with effete anaesthesia,
Others adapt to the role of sworn enemy.
You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia;
It was far easier losing my memory.