Fate brought them together, at the blush of her youth
A devout, gifted rosebud, of wit, charm, and intelligence
The theologian charmed her, and gave her bold proof
of a love and a challenge, defying her innocence...
But, scandal entwined them, by strict standards and circumstance
For she,...was a prized rose,....and he was the bee
Love such as theirs, would be riddled with thorns
Such passion, devotion, against all propriety
She was torn from his arms, when a baby was born,
And the babe, too, was taken, by the winds of the storm
Eternally together, they were finally united
They now rest in a garden, together a pair ...
For nine hundred years, this love unrequited
Is marked on a gravestone, where lovers shed tears
Love meant to be, will not deny what lies here
abelard and heloise: For Nette's Contest
By Carrie Richards 5/23/12
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012
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