Tristan & Isolde
From two seperate worlds,
Seperated by war-
Unaware to the fact
They're both looking for more
She is bound to be wed
And they're doomed from the start.
But, ironically, they kiss-
It's easy to see they'll be torn apart.
Only he could deserve
Such unsurpassed beauty-
She only hopes for a land
Where there is no duty.
They will never be apart again.
Though his wound is not mending,
They finally got their freedom and
That's what I call a happy ending.
Copyright © Josey Portas | Year Posted 2007
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