She was an accident
Which he met with, coincidentally
The day both were feeling unloved
While sun sets its crease,
Near the horizon it flutters in cold breeze.
She was dark, he was light,
She was bruised, he was in plight,
Both were victims of each other
For love was the puppeteer,
Overruled them against the odds
Fate and freedom were never so kind
To bind the bond together.