I speak to you the language of my soul —
not from a piece, but the whole —
you will not hear it, you see your way —
so what is left for us to say?
Once, I gazed into your eyes
and saw a willing compromise …
that twinkling gleam, now turned stone,
crushes the heart and chills the bone.
Two became one, now becoming two —
Is this what you dreamed when you said, “I do?”