Broken Frida,
prone genius spewing beauty,
tortured soul that channeled magic,
Mestizo master in a Coyoacán bed.

Restless Diego,
flittering from flame to flame,
till Kahlo's boundless brilliance
drowned the other blazes dark.

Hopeless Frida and Diego,
souls bound like prisoners,
attracted and repulsed,
dependent, repentant, in love,
feeding each other's creation,
even as destruction reigns.

Bless'ed Frida and Diego,
godless saints with open hearts,
in love with mankind's greatest hopes,
devoted to their common cause.

Canvases and walls,
engulfed in color
speaking to an endless struggle,
soul-deep and conscience driven
in a soulless sinful world.

Depleted Frida,
finding peace at last,
loved, mourned, timeless,
at rest in childhood's home.

Lonely Diego,
heartbroken and incomplete,
following his star one last time,
together now in the forever sky.

Eternal Frida and Diego,
amaranthine passion,
radiating beauty
through the halls of time.