Electricity to commence the lesson Shall we start the heart of a selfish man? For She is the flame that will spark the love of his heart The match that will ignite the passion Which already lies hidden within.
She longs to take his boreal love for the Moon That bleak, frigid, misled, infatuation he deems love And bring it to Her summery affection; The southern ardor of Her passion.
Her heart beats a solo nocturnal anthem to his fleeing step, his narrowed eyes, and lashing tongue. With hope of an aubade to waken his affections with the dawn Her heart sings on.
She covets the charm of the Moon Whose commensurate beauty is looked upon by him With more favor than a rose from eden Or any part of Her own.
He thinks of the moon as he falls asleep And each day he wakes, Weeping to see another dimple upon the moon's teasing face. Yet as he sleeps he dreams
And never recalls Until the lightning shakes his house And he wakes to thoughts of Her
Inspired by Helena's love for Demetrius (and Demetrius' fixation with Hermia) in Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream," and written for anyone who has ever had an unrequited love. Please comment! I would love to hear feedback both positive and critical.