They knew it from the very start—
the silence carved its secret mark,
a whisper hidden in the stone,
a truth the world would never own.
The stars leaned low, the night stood still,
the rivers bent to fate’s own will,
and every step, though dressed in chance,
was written long before the dance.
Eyes met eyes, the spark was clear,
no accident had placed them here—
they knew, before the first word spoke,
how fragile bonds in fire awoke.
They knew it from the very start:
the weight of love, the break of heart.
Yet still they walked, though shadows grew,
because to know is not to undo.