Star-Crossed Lovers
This sparkling girl had an inborn predilection
for the lilting life’s passionate piquancy.
In the rhapsodic ripples of zephyr
she floated like a beguiled butterfly
across her seamless sensuous sky called life,
and on its wings she painted her dreams
like the flowers in the valley of love.
When his magnetic aura spread on her feelings,
and encompassed her to wrest her identity,
her tender heart instantly gleamed
in the halo of exalted adoration.
Her horizon splashed the spectrum of ecstasy,
that turned into the canvas of reverie.
Virtual euphoria took her to fathomless fantasy,
she didn’t see storm clouds gather in smoky sky.
At the ebony edge of the gloomy night,
the fading stars crossed her sky of crashing strife.
He wrecked her emotion, an epitome of adulation,
the shards of dream dispersed in the debris.
Her broken hearted bruised love she felt
wane in the abyss of despair, she was lost in denial.
A tsunami of apathy parted the star-crossed lovers,
she searched for solace in spiritual self-credence.
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