One hundred years of war couldn’t keep them apart
Entwined on the crossroads
Where Stars and Satellites start
Baptized in Fire to walk through the Rain
Burned in the cruel Summer then Wintered the pain
Flames in their heart melted the Ice in their veins
Star-crossed and lost looking for someone to claim
He is the Sun and She is the Moon
Opposite, equal, and always in tune
An endless dance the world cannot sate
Of two souls bound by red string of fate -the woke wordsmith