Lovers' Requiem

March 26, 2012
By Jabman BRONZE, Cross Lanes, West Virginia
Jabman BRONZE, Cross Lanes, West Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
Everything will be OK in the end. If it's not OK, it's not the end.

If love was gone, the world would cease to turn.
It's in this thought that young hearts start to burn
The wick in which we use to count the days,
And suffer so in several different ways.
And so it was for Abigail Marie,
Whose beauty was a subject to agree;
The seraphim who spoke of Annabel
Had not known beauty of such great compel
She drew attention at an early age
Of many courters wishing to assuage
Her fears of dangers from the heart and soul.
And though these men attempted to cajole
Her hand in matrimony's lasting bond,
She found herself unable to grow fond
Of any man, no matter how they came.
'Twas twenty years that she remained the same,
Until one day a young man caught her eye
That, unlike others, seemed to not belie
Intentions to betroth her heart in love;
And so the joined with blessing from above.
But when the gears of war begin to grind,
The trumpets sound and lovers start to find
Though distance makes the heart grow fond and strong,
There's no amount of love to right the wrong.
She learned what life was like to live in fear,
To be afraid of losing something dear;
While safe in bed amongst the common crowd at home,
Her husband dropped the mighty beasts of chrome.
'Twas on that battlefield that love was lost.
The ashes tend to leave emotions crossed,
So when the world stopped turning for a day
No man, nor soul alive, knew what to say.
A letter came with two tags and a note
That no one in particular had wrote
About a man that they knew nothing of;
In hopes that some odd words could shove
A widow's sense of mourning and remorse
To some odd place, to take another course.
If love was gone, the world would cease to turn.
If love was gone, the young would cease to yearn.

The author's comments:
We were given the an assignment in our AP Lit class to write our own "Canteburry Tale." When the teacher said there was a twenty line minimum with rhyming couplets and iambic pentameter, most people groaned. I loved the challenge.

Love is a dangerous thing, and it sometimes leaves us hurt in ways that are out of our control; but, without love the world would cease to turn.

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