Radio went down and we all perked up...
What was next, if not this bliss?
Something else had our attention:
We were never the same since.

And it went on a lot like love;
It pulled, it pushed, it broke and bound.
We thought we had something won,
But our hearts still hit the ground.

Our lives, so made of fine displacement,
Shape and shift in constant replacement. 

We are pieces on a board
Plucked and moved by
Twisting fate;
Nothing lasts but tastes so sweetly,
Burning words and looks discreetly
Given from perfect eyes
That move like music
Heavenly created.