A grey, misty, morning
Surrounded by Yorkshires finest Moors
Witnessed the final time they would embrace
Say I love you and I'm yours
She had found him two years before
Blinded by his confusion
Always focused upon trivialities
Existing with delusion
At first the friction reduced their flow
The wheels were slowly turning
She could not believe his way to be
Frustrations clearly burning
But momentum began to run its course
Their tracks became aligned
She lifted away his blinding veil
As ideologies combined
Castles, mountains, lakes and fields
No boundaries could restrict
Their ever present bursting love
An electric force that clicked
However, the fuel had become sparse
Which was burning their fire so bright
The opened cracks began to deepen
Making the love harder to ignite
They both began to look around
At the outside world that surrounded
Full of madness and destruction
That only made their love confounded
Their compassion and connections
Obscured the shaky foundations
And with ever present affections
Were hiding concealed reservations
Now, since their decision to finally split
Their worlds became transformed
He realised how she had bettered him
He had allowed her heart to be warmed
And now instead of introspective reasons
To be concerned with their day to day life
They had sliced away the irrelevancies
With a very perceptive knife
In the insight they gained through their loss
They were able to find their directions
Because the differences had struck them
Through a series of positive injections
Admiration for each other remained present
As they walked through open doors
Yet unfortunately always wondering
Whether they should have left the Moors
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