NOVERAEL

"They called it Noverael."
A word spoken in hushed tones by the old and the wise-
A name that meant love that lingers, but never stays.
Every few centuries, two souls would meet again.
Eyes that once knew. Hands that almost touched.
But no matter how the stars aligned...
One would always turn away. One would always belong to another.
Because Noverael was not a blessing.
It was a sentence written by fate-
To love across lifetimes,
And lose every time.