You, Mine, and the You Who Belongs to Me

One is the hope that warmed his whole life;

One is the longing that has chilled her for years.

One is a fate entwined with the passing years;

One is a gift from Heaven that melts the ice.

One is no immortal flower from an enchanted garden;

The other is but the moon in a mirror, a flower in water.

Who can tell him and her where life is meant to lead...?