He could grow flowers in her roots,
She could give everything for him,
He could star her night sky,
She could color his cloudy life,
He could answer every query of her heart,
She could have united,
His beating heart with hers,
They both could have balm-ed,
Each other\'s wounds.
But the entire cosmos conspired,
Against his and her union.
But they were the most suitable pieces together.