They travel day and night,
On paths side by side.
His so low, and hers so high,
Between them, no words are spoken.
From her, he turns his eyes,
For fear of knowing her winter.
Her tears would pierce his guise,
And his heart would fall into splinters.
His path, with hers, aligned,
By a book from the other.
As they walk side by side,
Sometimes unknown of each other.
They walk side by side,
Between them, no words are spoken.
For he hides deep inside,
A promise never broken.
