Man meets woman with a sword in hand

Like shooting stars caused by fate they clashed

Falling into territory they didn't know where to land

Original plans were shaken and not trashed

Woman meets man with an armoured heart

Like steel melted by fire unwilling to surrender

Resisting to lose to the cherubim's dart

But see each other as their prime defender

Free from worry, hatred and pain from before

Cleaning cob webs from their optical frames

Hand in hand, chains are loose and the lions roar

Light and joy overflows the remaining flames

It was pure love that helped mend the sore

They can now open the beautiful door once more.