As light and dusk converge, and both succumb to the night, and the unpicked fruit withers on the vine and wastes away to dust; thus does love, once dazzling shone, falter in soaring flight, as its beacon flickers before fading out, in a world of lies and distrust.

That love, at first an unbreakable bond, oft’ weakens with passage of time; its unshakeable rock eroding, as if blasted by rays with a mirage view, When third-party’s stealth is confronted in a partner’s moral decline, reality dawns that transcending love, may be proven forever untrue.

Two people torn by emotional stress, caught up in a discourse of shame, What price those vows intoned with joy, as they lye discarded and broke? Which carnal bent smashed promise sincere, as if in a pugilists’ game? Who was to blame for that eaten fruit, revoking the pledge at a stroke?