Inspired by Noel Coward's Private Lives

Elyot and Amanda, Decades After 

He thought of her as his second wife,
One he had won in later life,
A woman of the world whose history
Always retained an air of mystery.

She wasn't the girl to whom he'd tossed
His first real love in days long lost,
The girl that he could still recall
As having been his all in all.

He knew her better now, he guessed,
But often felt he knew her less.
The spaciousness of a human soul
Defies attempts to grasp it whole.

And over time it slowly expands,
Encompassing yet more extravagant lands -
A twisting, turning trail of travels,
Nearly hopeless to unravel.

Such was the surface. Beneath there was more,
Something that spun, some hot molten core,
That never really altered at all,
Keeping him locked in magnetic thrall.