Her eyes like an open path to kindness
His lips like smooth soothing relief from grief
A passion like black coffee freshly brewed
Strong, bitter, and not right for everyone

They didn't want love or try to find it
It was outside of their chosen beliefs
Attraction left them barren, as if nude
Before they knew what happened, it was done

No one said that love was meant to be bliss
In fact they guaranteed a bit of deceit
Hearts still bleed red and balls can become blue
If you want to be with your precious one

Her eyes while less kind, still tried to find his
His lips grew more rough but found her still sweet