A mate She sought in He.

I was chatting last night with someone who has a poetic strand in her DNA. Well she inspired me to explore my hidden talents.
So here's my attempt,

A mate She sought in He.

Two parts of stone, never meant to be,
Like bricks like clay, lay astrayed indeed.

Two hearts two souls, too much too soon,
Crushed to pieces, all set to doom.

One ring one touch, one hope she sought.
A parting letter was all she got.

She cried all night, and then all day.
Little she knew, he'd end up gay.


Oh, Come on!! Like you could have resisted that ending.