They were like the sea shells to the sea shore.

Together they were like a fairy tale, a folklore. 

Their love they said had no ends, but turned sore.

Until the both of them could not talke it anymore.

They decided at last to head two different ways.

The strings of attachment thinned with the passing days. 

They became busy in their own worlds of haze, lost in a maze,

They lost a love that was never found, the passion was never set ablaze. 

They met after years under circumstances, but their hearts had turned to stone.

They felt nothing for each other as they stood there all alone.

The iron-strength of their love had rusted, their feelings were left unknown. 

Times and lives had changed; the seeds of love were never sown.