The Summer Romance of '69

It was a summer to set the silver screen ablaze.
For the fated lovers would forever be recast.
Whenever the fire raged in the west;
He would remember her passion.
And if the moon defied the clouds and set them asunder;
His susurrations would sail forth and reverberate through her heart.
And when the lights obfuscated to dusk;
Her laughter would forever radiate through the shadows, luminous in shades of gold.
And whenever the fireflies flitted through their Garden of Eden,
They would immortalize the love that seized them onto his chariot
And galloped into the fiery sunset, leaving their inhibitions with Cupid to hold.
In was a story to rival Rupunzel and her Prince;
But the happy ending was bittersweet and forgotten,
Left behind somewhere where the grass was rampant and wild,
Where the roses spirited no thorns and the sky was eternally a crystalline cerulean.
For when the first titan leaf glided to the sand;
Love wielded her doubled edged sword
And forsook two children as she took her quiescent leave.
But left her magic to quietly strum his harp till he irrevocably enacted his last:
The curtain descended,
So he bowed to a desolate assemblage.
And when the surmised applause ceased;
Those two souls, so entangled with the other,
Quietly slipped away.
And exited to their sole endemic wings.
Their romance became a myth:
A tale to be uttered when the rain pounded a battlefield on the roof and the fireplace radiated dying warmth.
And whenever the doves soared into the fair cobalt skies,
That summer romance of ninety-six,
Would soar the heavens above them.