Once were two lovers, Pete and Cate,
Never met nor had a date.
Caught forever in this sad state,
Could never touch or kiss or mate,
Yet lovers were they, Pete and Cate.
This, to others, seemed a tragic fate to befall those lovers, Pete and Cate, who tried but failed to meet, to kiss, to touch of late in a distant, far off state where lovers were taken to swear their fate. But not our lovers, Pete and Cate. Instead they had to change the date of meeting in that far off state. Postponed their secret rendezvous, almost too late, to ever meet and consummate their love.
Their names yet there still resonate,
Our star blest lovers, Pete and Cate,
For in that distant, that far off state,
They could touch, and kiss, and mate
For beating hearts can never ever wait.
It’s strange, folks have said of late, that they arranged and set the date to meet each other in that far off state. Could it be that something great had guided them there by chance innate? Could it be that our Pete and Cate were drawn there by the hand of fate? Who knows? Who cares more at this late date, most certainly not our Pete and Cate who meet there to consummate their love.