Separated by fate, a poem set in strength, gentle yet unyielding. Mann kept her close, soft lips on her forehead, each touch a promise to hold her all dear. 'Cassette, my starfire's dawn,' he sang, 'your hugs my sky, your kisses my stars, my heart's eternal flame.' 'Cassette, my flower, our love is a flower that can never fade, a river that flows forever, a song that sings on eternity,' she whispered.
Though they drew apart, Mann still held her, whispering, "Cassette, my truth of the tides, you are my forever, my heart's eternal blossom." It was in dreams that they would meet, her embrace a poem of care, his lips finding her forehead, each caress a rekindled vow. Their love was a promise to hold the very heavens with a soul that flowed with poetic truth, far gentle tapestry singing about forever.