Carpe Diem

Two lovers, crossed by the stars Their love, a burning fire Their future, cut short by Atropos Yet still they meet Away from prying eyes Where only the vines Witness their passions Where only the vines Hear their whispers of sweet nothings Still they meet To bask in the other’s presence The other’s undying love And still they love Their fires blazing hotly As they cherish the short years Months, weeks, days They have left together For there may be no tomorrow