Meadow of Broken Dreams

Just two lovers
trapped in an open field,
or perhaps a meadow of broken dreams;
What once was love,
was sent up above,
and now their on their knees;
Silently staring at one another;
almost like writer's block
for me,
Porcelain hands covering
her tear stained face,
while he gives up so easily;
Just one glance
from one another,
and suddenly they could see;
They were brought here
to set things clear,
and knew they were meant to be.