Exquisite Manuscript

We are meant to be together;
leather bound like an exquisite manuscript.
We play our parts magnificently;
partners in love and crime, joy and sorrow.
When the curtain is down,
we go our separate ways,
prevented from turning the page
to a shared tomorrow.
We are meant to be together;
leather bound like an exquisite manuscript
barred with a clasp of gilt,
tarnished by the mask of guilt.