The statue of the lovers wrapped,
In warm embrace endures.
Their features worn, and indistinct,
As time young love matures.
He holds and looks upon her,
Sweet angel in his arms.
She looks back at him, adoring,
Held captive by his charms.
This gaze, held for the ages,
Was to put doubt in its place,
But the fading years betray them,
They cannot recall each other's face.
