I mourn—pen in my hand, you in my heart,
Tears in my eyes; why did you have to go
Without so much a word you wished to start
A new life on your own—forge on alone
Into that great, wide, empty world sans me?
Not even a goodbye, nor yet a sigh,
Nor better still, a why you so chose to flee—
No sign to one who only wished you nigh,
Forever—life is cruel to those who care,
Who give their hearts to barren loves like ours;
Who grieves for those love  passed—souls laid bare
In pain beyond compare, who while the hours?
A distant church bell tolls—for me, or you,
Or someone whom providence has smiled on too.

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Selena slipped through my window last night,
Her silver essence claddening my bed,
Embracing me in tender beams of white—
Pearlescent fingers stroked my pillowed head.
I lay there moveless, daring not to speak—
How oft I prayed that such a night would come;
In endless reveries such grace to seek,
And now to have her in my arms—alone.
What joyous rapture her sweet smile did bring,
What exaltation in her vaporous form;
Erotic bliss beyond all mortal sin,
Impassioned, pyroclastic joy reborn.
To love a minute, or to love all time—
What matters this for such a love sublime?

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For I have loved—yes loved!—oh, loved in vain;
Few men can quench the thirst of heart’s desire;
And love once lost does memory ever stain,
To sear the soul much like a funeral pyre.
Lived I a king in love’s sublimity;
One summer short was my god-granted sway,
Yes you—my queen—sworn ever there to be
In sovereign love, forever and a day.
Then came my foe, black Fate—foul scourge of kings,
That dreaded doomster of the hopes of men,
Great spoiler to the reach of mortal dreams
To humble quite the pith of favored plans.
One day a king, the next a pauper bare…
What majesty to have you once so near.

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The universe exploded into light,
And in an instant, my love for you formed;
Dark energy propelled it through the night
‘Midst matter black and cosmic clumps there torn.
A stellar nursery formed our first star,
By gravity’s embrace—a bond too strong;
Then burst apart—a supernova war—
And in a pico-second, love was gone.
Yet unseen forces drew us back again,
A nebula of ancient astral dust,
Erasing there that void where loss had been,
Compressing then a plasmic core of trust;
And love so fused, once more our star did shine—
A symbol bright, born at the edge of time.

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