Unreal as an omen
it was love in a mist,
romance between them
just didn't exist.

Try as they may
their love flew away,
and clairvoyant powers
predicted the day.

Opportune moments
were fewer than few,
repenting at leisure
feelings were blue.

But maybe a spark
will light up cloud nine,
and maybe a bright flame
will ignite love divine.

Love flew away.