He thought about her, about the shape of her face, about the beauty at her legs .... and sighed.
She thought of the proud way he had held his head, silhouetted against a full moon, a lovers moon, and cried.
He recalled the vision which was her entire being that had slipped into view like the blooming of an orchid.
She played over and over the warmth of his gaze and the promise of futures that would never be.
He dreamt with open eyes of a life together.
She looked into the oblivion of loneliness to see his face everywhere.
He was an old ram but made young through her beauty.
She was mutton dressed as lamb but made new through the love in his heart.
A broken heart, a pitiful bleat, the loss of hope.
Lambs to the slaughter of an uncaring and unkind fate.
The flocks moved on, hers one way, his the other.
Ram and Ewe, promised in a glance, separated in an instant,
Love grown in a single view, divided by a farmers fence.
They were but sheep that passed in the night.