poem of a love
across d i v i d e s .
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one love, two hearts
and indefinite hurdles
between them.
will they be able to
transcend all borders
and win the war of love?
or will they be
doomed to the fate
of star-crossed lovers?
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My heart is bruised, if not scarred, Tainted blood gushing through. Scornful glances, spiteful remarks And your eyes brimming with dew.
"I'm sorry," is all I can say, Before they roughly pull me away. But they can throw me out, lock the doors Of a mansion, not your home.
"You shouldn't be here," is the first thought, Next moment, we're lost. And I've never held, a boy so dear Who climbed in through a window.
To leave before dawn, Is not my heart's desire. But pertinent, for we must Stay hidden, and not be caught, To live in captivity forever.
Why can't we linger, a minute longer? In this embrace, as the stars set and rise. Why must our differences, interfere? In a passionate ecstasy of love so rare.
"Don't leave!"
"I must."
"I'll talk my father's ear off—"
"I know you can't. Fret not, it's fine." But it's her tears I let prevail.
"You shall not see him, ever again" Is the sole advice, a command to reign. So I drop the elegant cup and plates, And head to leave, the shatter resonates.
"Are you sure, my love?" Are my last words, As I hand the letter to her maid. 'Cause I'm not certain, this is the right, Or wise decision to make.
Knots of fabrics, lie on the floor For my door's locked and secured. To ensure, I can't escape, But the window's still open.
"Guards! Catch her."
"Run!"
"No."
"Why must you be so childish?"
"Take this man away!" And so they're torn, like a pair Of delicate tortured butterflies.
I steal a glimpse of the bride in white, Not able to fathom, she's me. The mirror lies, but not my heart Which screams his name, more clamorous Than the echo of church bell rings.
The pastor enunciates beautiful words, And this moment would've been heavenly. Only if the man, who stood in front of me Was the boy confined to the basement.
"Speak now or forever hold your peace" And one hand is raised, A man in white, a masked face, But the tint of his skin is enough, To give himself away.
Words slip past, inaudible to me, As I watch the unfolding of an atrocity, Crimson colours spread on white, Another victim of hierarchy.
And several hands hold down, The hysterical woman in white. So her bridal veil stays clean Of marks of lacquer and scrutiny.
Forced to surrender all her arms, For these tortured hearts, Had lost the great war.
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