Unstoppable force and immovable object,

repel one another when by chance colliding.

The Brownian-Motion within this love potion,

ensures our opinions are always dividing.

I am from Mars my dear;

you hail from Venus.

A meeting star-crossed

like the Sun and the Moon.

Destined to let this cruel world

come between us.

Our last kiss eclipsed by a shadow at noon.



A rose that is built

out of music by moonlight;

petals stained ruby with nightingale blood.

Cast down in disgust

to be crushed by a cart-wheel,

because of mere trivia misunderstood.



We quest for a grail of illusive perfection,

each hoping we'll find it some glorious day.

Yet gaze with remorse at our jaded reflection,

that looks like The Picture Of Dorian Gray.



[Chorus:]

Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart.

Love's an affliction without a known remedy.

Blunt-bladed fate

deemed to cleave us apart;

Emotional surgery pays no indemnity.

Some seek release with effete anaesthesia,

others adapt to the role of sworn enemy.

You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia;

It was far easier losing my memory.



And the nightingale sang:

"Sing love's lament

with a thorn at your breast.

Impaled by her barb;

cruel and unforgiving.

A million dead poets would gladly attest;

heart-ache's a keepsake

to remind us we're living."



[Chorus:]

Siamese Twins who were joined at the heart.

Love's an affliction without a known remedy.

Blunt-bladed fate

deemed to cleave us apart;

Emotional surgery pays no indemnity.

Some seek release with effete anaesthesia,

others adapt to the role of sworn enemy.

You found nepenthe in cheap, sweet amnesia;

It was far easier losing my memory.