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HELOISE & ABELARD
They say it was love...
The voices attached to eyes
Who never saw me and him together
Never heard our voices
But who have read our words...
Or what they think are our words
Those eyes through hunger devour
Page after page
Word after word
Say it was love
Not content with the tale
Over centuries spun
Not content with the proof
That lies in their hands
They wanted the story to continue
For our love to continue
Or their love to continue
Their love affair with love
Through fascination
Our resting remains they moved
Not once but many times
They wanted us to be together
In death
As we had never been in life
They laid us side by side
For all eyes to see
Unashamed and on show
Under rock made banners
A rigid fanfare
A monument to love
Rising way above
The humble stones
Of far greater loves
Gone unnoticed by their worship
These quiet people who's own letters
Own words are lost
This is the price we pay
For our fame
We paid the price then
And still pay it now
As flowers whose ancestors were known to us
Touch our stony limbs
Thrown by arms still allowed to touch
To show their love
To act upon their passion
For it matters no more
Who receives that passion
Oh to live now!
But instead
We lie cold and unfeeling
Frozen in our chastened state
They mock us
Holding their lovers' hand
As they gaze at us
Insisting we lie side by side
Unable to touch
How they taunt us
With their pilgrimage to love
The true Romeo and Juliet are we
And yet what do they truly know?
I wonder would they still come
And throw their flowers
If they knew...
Their rosy hew
Would fade as real petals do
As the petals thrown upon me
And this man by my side
Left to wilt and die
Upon those already dead
Along with their daydreams and fantasies
Of the story they think they know
But I shall refrain
Good Monsieur and Madame
Spare you the words you do not want to hear
Think what you will
Let your thoughts mingle
With those of many like you
Who through the years
This history passes
Have given light
Regardless if right
For the centuries have been unkind
They have made the world older
But not wiser
And yet the living still place hope
In the dead
Making saints out of sinners
Is time forgiving?
Or could it be the human race...
Dream of something that can never be theirs
For it was never ours
Never mine
Never his
But I shall say no more
Keep truth in silence
And leave you to your dreams
I will sit here beside you
And I feel your hope breathe life
Sweet life in others
For it is hope and faith
When fused together
Creates love
Maybe it shall be you
They worship in centuries to come
You and the soul interrupting your thoughts
So let yourself dream
As I once dreamed
Wait for your hope and faith
To be fulfilled
The way you know it can
For you must believe
You are here...
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ICE MAIDEN?
Can I be touched...
Or would my icy shield buckle the fingers of such an intrepid explorer
And then turn them so willingly as cold as my heart...
Does this shell harber...
A living cell that turns a thought to fuel for an inward burning fire
The flames caged so tightly, unforgiving they smart
Burning their prison - melting restraints
Harnessing momentum - but quietly waits
Flames eat away at their cage - burning, rotting - weakened by such a tireless onslaught
Bars will bend and sparks will descend in an ongoing battle lost but well fought
Ice melts the fire...
Unrelenting in pursuit, frigidity suckles fever and gold flames turn blue
As blue as wit's draining poison when alight
Manacles are tightened...
The key lost for the moment, lies silent with the embers of a forgotten tongue
No sparks fly free but smoulder out of sight
Burning thier prison - melting restraints
Harnessing momentum - but quietly waits
Flames eat away at their cage - burning, rotting - weakened by waiting they slowly retreat
Back to the start for a lonely heart, beaten back by the flames of this deadly heat
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LOVE
Love's clock turns...
Love's flower burns...
Such impatience found in beauty
That passion's urgency returns
Love's purity will betray
Love's words will have their say...
As thoughts purge their innocence
Not wanting to delay
Love's fire will flare...
Love's morals will tear...
For love holds no understanding, patience or care
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