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 understand–
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
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