Like two stones set in a ring,
One black, one white,
Our love blazes in two ways
Merged in a haze. 

For so long,
The burning black coal
Gave comfort to our souls 
The heat, the fire 
Made us perspire
Hearts racing
Minds escaping 

Then we had to let go. 
It was so hard, as you know. 

We struggle, we stutter
We try and we cry 
As we escape the black coal
It's fire dies 
And now in the pure white gem
Our hope lies. 

We sit and we wait 
As we stare at the state
Of the pure white slate.
Waiting for the glow 
To truly show
What we think we know
That our souls are old friends
Destined for a happy end. 

Oh how wonderful it would be
If the white was meant for you and me.