How did the tale of love go askew?

Was it you or the heavens thunder’s

That revoked the bond of eleven summers

Why did it end when your ties were true?

Did you not have a clue

Of fate’s plan to cause a few blunders

Or foresee the lurking dangers

That hindered you to linger and continue?

I know not the answers, you see,

Perhaps, it was the fault in our stars

Or the long subdued invisible scars,

That acted like a draconian referee

And turned our sweet tale into chars,

We got muffled by the discontent winters.