Eternal Lines To Star-Crossed Lovers

Two souls met on the causeways of living; and then by the end of their fateful meeting a spore of love in him for the giving sprung, and sprouted like hope by chance repeating:— for him, 'twas a meeting worth reliving. In spite of God and good conscience, he felt her lonely eyes—her blue, sad, lonely eyes; and at her lovelorn manner he did melt. Like Helen of Troy, she was a great prize of tragic beauty (on which he hence dwelt). Never was a soul more smitten or more sad than his, for she could not give him her hand in marriage. Still, she was eager and more glad to give him a night of great passion and not save herself for her fiancé—that cad! How he loved her intensely—so sublime and lovely was she! She gave him her heart and undying love for the rest of time: but flesh and body she could not, apart from the lines here in this eternal rhyme.