Star-Crossed Lovers, or Two Souls Briefly As OneTwo souls met on the causeways of living;
and then by the end of their fateful meeting
a spore of love in him for the giving
sprung, and sprouted like hope by chance repeating:—
for him, 'twas a meeting worth reliving.
In spite of God and good conscience, he felt
her lovely eyes—her sad, blue, lovely eyes;
and at her graceful manner he did melt.
Like Helen of Troy, she was a great prize
of tragic beauty (on which he hence dwelt).
Never was a soul more smitten or more sad
than his, for she could not give him her hand
in marriage. Still, she was eager and most glad
to give him a night of great passion and
not save herself for her fiancé—that cad!
How he loved her intensely—so sublime
and lovely was she! She gave him her heart
and eternal soul (to the ends of time):
but flesh and body she could not, apart
from the lines in this corporeal rhyme.
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2019-06-14 at 15:00
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