Of star-crossed lovers and unrequited love,
two hearts never to beat as one.
For time and infinite space doth conspire
to shield would be lovers from the sun.
No escape from the coldness of the grave.
Where once upon a time, there was nary a care.
For love does not dwell in deep and dark places,
but must breathe the pure and life-giving air.
The stories handed down through the years
tell of lovers who would meet and then part.
And of a pact made, but never kept.
For fate was destined to break each lover’s heart.
Tristan and Isolde and Romeo and Juliet,
Antony and Cleopatra, to name a few.
Some were real and others, the stuff of legend,
tell a tale of love that is not always, straight and true.
Poets have tried and quite often failed
in their attempts to describe the depths to love,
and how true love transcends the physical limitations
of mere mortal bodies, whose spirits soar on the wings of a dove.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland