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These barren walls Keep me chaste Vows of silence Diminish nothing of wanton passions of the past Days in silence, looking upwards to God Thoughts linger, to where true love lies I toil in Gods works Knees now as rocks All of Gods floors, so clean Daily rituals, in quiet do I share Our virtues preserved, hidden from worldly sins But I have loved, yes, and long I still do Illusions of piety, they scare me not Love stirs goodness, surely no sin The days of eternal springs Gardens so fresh, flowers in bloom Hand in hand, with his intellect and charm Beauty within, for we dared the philosophical Arms and legs entwined, deep in thoughts My professor of life, and thinker to all He belonged to France Nobility, and all We parted in love, Who sees my tears, behind these walls? Our reasoning lost to passions turn He admits not, the love he yearns His Order condemns, his inquisitive thoughts He burns what he writes Heretic or not A leader of philosophy, a greatness in his time A fate, that brings upon me guilt His torture of manhood, he suffered much pain Questioning his intellect, is love, his very brain Each to our separate, Abbeys’ of god Vows of silence, yet the ink flowed Reliving now, what surely, should have been A love so great, why considered a sin? Has not this society, any compassion at all? Learned I was in Latin and Hebrew And so with the pen, letters did flow And from afar, in pain, our love re-lived Passions in ink, became again exposed Alas he is older by a fortnight or many He longed for love, yet he fights from within His values, his passions, his life’s dedications His soul has been burned, wounded by time Ending his years, thinking seduction undone Redemption shall be waiting, from the heavens above My love Abelard, my tears you never saw I was strong, as you gave me the strength to be And I, was happy, knowing our desires shared The angels will tell you, your fame will endure For the greatest of all philosophies Our love will be Abelard and Heloise are one of the most celebrated couples of all time, known for their love affair... and for the tragedy that separated them. Abelard (1079-1142) Heloise (1101-1164)

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Heloise On Abelard

These barren walls Keep me chaste Vows of silence Diminish nothing of wanton passions of the past Days in silence, looking upwards to God Thoughts linger, to where true love lies I toil in Gods works Knees now as rocks All of Gods floors, so clean Daily rituals, in quiet do I share Our virtues preserved, hidden from worldly sins But I have loved, yes, and long I still do Illusions of piety, they scare me not Love stirs goodness, surely no sin The days of eternal springs Gardens so fresh, flowers in bloom Hand in hand, with his intellect and charm Beauty within, for we dared the philosophical Arms and legs entwined, deep in thoughts My professor of life, and thinker to all He belonged to France Nobility, and all We parted in love, Who sees my tears, behind these walls? Our reasoning lost to passions turn He admits not, the love he yearns His Order condemns, his inquisitive thoughts He burns what he writes Heretic or not A leader of philosophy, a greatness in his time A fate, that brings upon me guilt His torture of manhood, he suffered much pain Questioning his intellect, is love, his very brain Each to our separate, Abbeys’ of god Vows of silence, yet the ink flowed Reliving now, what surely, should have been A love so great, why considered a sin? Has not this society, any compassion at all? Learned I was in Latin and Hebrew And so with the pen, letters did flow And from afar, in pain, our love re-lived Passions in ink, became again exposed Alas he is older by a fortnight or many He longed for love, yet he fights from within His values, his passions, his life’s dedications His soul has been burned, wounded by time Ending his years, thinking seduction undone Redemption shall be waiting, from the heavens above My love Abelard, my tears you never saw I was strong, as you gave me the strength to be And I, was happy, knowing our desires shared The angels will tell you, your fame will endure For the greatest of all philosophies Our love will be Abelard and Heloise are one of the most celebrated couples of all time, known for their love affair... and for the tragedy that separated them. Abelard (1079-1142) Heloise (1101-1164)