Betrayal

Charles C. Seton, 1883
And then, the lover sighting like furnace with a woeful ballad made to his mistress’ eyebrow, Act II Scene VII from As you like it
 

He gazed upon his lover…

wondering what was lost in him

To have been so tempted by her lips,

her skin’s stillness under his touch

Reaching beyond the heaviness; the quagmire of his days

filling the loss of something he could not understandā€“

it’s mere existence weighing down the spirit of himself

Something lost in his soul

as if from birth he was torn from her

And only in flesh their joy reunited

He looked upon his lover…

and wept