We wrote of...

 Time and tide and strength and pride, the pain and tears of months and years.  

Of angels wings and birds that sing, of simple things like our heartstrings.

We penned our hopes and constant fears; we sealed our fate on all frontiers.

In depth of soul where darkness stole, were destinies beyond control.

My incubus, your succubus, in demons lair we found us there.

In deepest love and great romance, the twisted hand of fate and chance.

We scaled the heights to heaven's door and rode the waves to distant shore.

We wrote of want and desperate need, of broken chains and spirits freed.

A woven web our dark cocoon, the yin and yang our sun and moon.

We wrote about the stars at night and scribbled notes of futures bright.

In cryptic lines the love conveyed, was captured in our pen tirade.

In tender words and traded thoughts the fragments of our lives were caught.