A boy named Pooh,

Met a girl named Boo.

Per luck they met,

Loving without regret.

Anticipating a future yet unknown.

Pooh was a nothing,

Stupid at doing anything.

Knew not how to dress,

Always in a constant mess.

With a heart of stone.

Boo dressed with style,

Carrying a radiant smile.

Her body from clouds molded,

By gods were they sculpted.

With skin smooth as chrome.

Two different hearts collide,

To fate they abide.

Torture was in their memories,

Freedom came in their destinies.

Far away be their fortune blown.

To the army Pooh went,

No warning was ever sent.

And so Boo cried,

Accepting it she tried.

Both striving yet alone.

Two hearts of pure gold,

By time they were turned cold.

To winter their hearts exposed,

By summer their hearts composed

Used to it had they grown.

Living life is their destiny,

Forsaking it is their duty.

Happiness never stays,

Sadness always strays.

But towards tomorrow are they borne.