Where was the wind,
When the love notes,
Needed sending,
From across the chasm,
That separated the lovers?

Where was the earth,
When all they wanted,
Was a patch of land,
On which to lie down,
And share a moment?

Where was the ocean,
When they sought to flee,
From the angry mob,
Of duelling families,
That found offense
In their union?

Where was the fire,
When their only desire,
Was to be consumed,
By the flames
Of their passion,
Instead of giving hold,
To their assailants?

Where was space,
The expanse of it,
To create for them
A measure of distance,
From those giving chase?

In the end,
None of it mattered,
As they lay twisted
In each others arms,
Their union,
Now out in the open,
Albeit ensconced,
In the embrace of death.

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