My heaven on earth

Part 1 . Earth

A man once stood at the gates of his lady. 
He is ashamed, tragic state he was. 
The world laid visions in his head, they solely sang songs of distant disaster since he cld remember. 

The lady had not come to greet this man whilst standing there in the sleet.
The man, he did know, he was at toe with his generals inside, his deamons named pride, shameful and distasteful 

The lady, move she did not, speak she did not, think she did but no one let out a peep

The moments we're never like this, not in the slightest such a true miss.
The couple bloomed into the most beautifulest and abundant notions they knew, not a day before . 

The love bloomed within them and wow did it wonder too and fro. 
The couple, so little did they know, held on tight to love , but love couldn't grow

The love, feels nice and warm, snugly and thick. 
The couple they didn't know love grows love so they just let it go.

The love was let to surround us like a bubble or blanket..
They let love just let it be so.

The love had no box that did not read, not a picture or a hint of how to care for it I think.
The love, it came with no instruction , no diagram on the door, the floor or inside it was just love good and bright. 
The couple they held, each held just a little piece for it was like nothing they had before.
The magic they held was made for all the good that came once they embraced. 
The love was so beautiful and so free and so we think...

The souls, they did not know but they never wanted to let go, 
The grip got tighter, so they did not fumble or tumble
The love It flipped and flopped till someone drop the love on the floor.

The love rolled to the door and down the stair out in the corridor ... 
The magic was leaving, they couldn't believe it.. 
Love could be so fickle they ran after it till they caught it ..nope it slip out of the mans reach, it just so darn quick. 

The love just hatched here in out laps, out of thin air minutes ago. 
The love now was far downstream racing away like a puck form an hockey players stick. 
The love stopped in a bubble, it was no place to be,

The man, in hast ran fast but misplaced where love was, you should have seen his face. it was grim and lost it's sparkle for love had lost him, without notice . His heart turned to stone and crumbled like he did to his knees .. His beloved was nowhere to be seen.

The women looked up at him from the place love was found, on the floor by the door, she could see it anymore. 
It was such a pity, the man standing there gritty, snitty and not so pretty. 

The love they had held so tight could breathe clinched in there fists and took to flight gone for now or forever, yet they just had to look and see  ... They couldn't remember each other from the big folly.  

The made it that day when they looked and listened to each other accepted they weren't perfect but still held each other. 

How could this blunder cause love to leave forever, Can't they make more.

The couple pondered and tottered and tried to love more than before, by kissing and hugging and all the bared yet they still couldn't find it or make anymore. 

The couple feel on the floor and looked at one another for some more 

The couple didn't remember

The couple scared and wracked in misunderstanding , seek put love back in there hands for keeps. 
How to reap, frantic and failing... things this fragile I shan't be to mend, alas my life a horror without the one meant for me.

What do we do, how should we weave loves tapestry, no fault it should be we just don't have it. 

They ponder, the simple things that love was conjured.
Time, trusting, Nobel intension and love with sprout. 

Will they turn back their heart mind and souls and look without pride at the humble couple as they stand idly at each other's side. 

What do they do