Separation . . . loves aftermath We met at six Assiduous glance met with a ready response Auroraen hugs provided warmth O! that started our romance We ate . . . together at one your hungers a bait on which I dined I devoured the leg You pecked at the neck O! love was our wine We are parting . . . at six A days period seemed twelve lives being good friends we switched sides and went for the last ride O! How long can a spangled bubble last?