Smithereens

Oh! You were the calm to my storm
Our bond, comparable to none
Two naive hearts that beat as one
Our days were drenched in ardor warm
Kismet struck in unforeseen form
Fangs of mistrust clawed at your heart
Trite squabbles stealthily did start
Mere puppets in the hands of fate,
We traversed thruways separate
Life happened...we drifted apart.