The maid made in Moira and boy born in Burton;
their souls share the same kind of stuff; I am certain!
The life of two poets in love they are living,
but foes of their loving they won’t be forgiving.
It may seem they’re lost in their rhyme and verse making,
with hearts now unbroken and no longer aching,
but pens pour on paper pain’s past pent-up passion
and fighting their foes hasn’t gone out of fashion!
The maid made in Moira and boy born in Burton;
their souls share the same kind of stuff; I am certain!
Their life as two poets in love, though they’re aging,
‘gainst foes, that once forced them apart is still raging!
And though he is sweet and treats her soft and gentle
and she’ll dance like lotus girl so oriental…
Their life, as two poets in love’s, more than flowers:
it’s vengeance and warfare with pitiless powers!