Cubin dear

He gave me a poem he wrote about our relationship its sad but true.

Utter perfection,
Seemingly resolute beauty.
Nothing could distort this, surely,
This utopian relationship between two.

Gradually, changes begin to occur,
Imperceptible to the watcher.
But as time passes by,
This constant inescapable shift begins to show itself.

Nothing will halt its progress
The wheels of change, set in motion.
Soon all the splendor there once was,
Will be a mere memory.