Stuck to stare, across the room.

He longed for her, forever a gloom.

She glanced at him, constantly too.

A sad story to tell, if staring is all they do.

A seahorse is said, to mate for life.

And here they are, stuck in strife.

For their love is infinite.

But distance sets the limit.

If someone could put them together.

They would swim, partnered, forever.