What cruel force keeps lovers apart --
Why must each tread a separate path?
Preordained they should never meet . . .
What arbiter inflicts such wrath?
Two lives hurled into misery,
Two hearts nailed to the same cross;
Never to savor love's banquet,
They're condemned to feed off life's dross
Spring faintly smiled on these two hearts
As dreams absorbed their youthful hours;
Although nurtured like tender plants
They yielded naught but withered flowers
Each new day held a ray of Hope,
Dispelling impatience and doubt;
They kept watch as the flame burned bright . . .
Till finally, their tears put it out
Two hearts dying slow painful deaths,
Each cloaked in its own crimson shroud;
One heart dies, crying silently,
The other sobs its pain aloud
Two lonely hearts ever dreaming
They might stroll Love's Garden one day;
Now resigned, they no longer dream --
Sadly, on Death's threshold they lay
So come forth and ring the death knell --
Come lay your bouquets at their feet;
Mourn if you will such tragedies
While asking "Why didn't they meet?"
Apr 19, 2023
Apr 19, 2023 at 5:04 PM UTC
What cruel force keeps lovers apart --
Why must each tread a separate path?
Preordained they should never meet . . .
What arbiter inflicts such wrath?
Two lives hurled into misery,
Two hearts nailed to the same cross;
Never to savor love's banquet,
They're condemned to feed off life's dross
Spring faintly smiled on these two hearts
As dreams absorbed their youthful hours;
Although nurtured like tender plants
They yielded naught but withered flowers
Each new day held a ray of Hope,
Dispelling impatience and doubt;
They kept watch as the flame burned bright . . .
Till finally, their tears put it out
Two hearts dying slow painful deaths,
Each cloaked in its own crimson shroud;
One heart dies, crying silently,
The other sobs its pain aloud
Two lonely hearts ever dreaming
They might stroll Love's Garden one day;
Now resigned, they no longer dream --
Sadly, on Death's threshold they lay
So come forth and ring the death knell --
Come lay your bouquets at their feet;
Mourn if you will such tragedies
While asking "Why didn't they meet?"
