In love with two
In love with two
His eyes were moist with salty tears,
They were bloodshot and were crazed.
His smile was wild and grim looking
And horror was in his gaze.
His clothes were tattered and were grimed,
Stenched with stinking sweat.
His mind was gone, a befuddled mass,
It was obvious that it wasn’t set.
He laughed and shouted of love and pain,
Of lust and the sins of man.
He stated the names of his lovers aloud,
And their failure to understand.
And in this town where lilies bloom,
This legend did come to past.
About a man who fell for two,
And then decided to bask.
A fine young man, loved by all,
A fault that caused his plight.
For his passion and lust tarnished his image,
Even when he tried to do right.
And it is said, that there were two,
Who were the fairest in all the land.
And he in his greatness and in need of f a love,
Decided to be both their man.
And more was said, about an older maid
Who had the essence of the sun.
For, she was hot, a flaming inferno,
And her passion was never done.
A keeper of hearts, a mender of dreams,
A comforter to men that were bold.
A beauty that was sort and kept by kings,
As a treasure as great as gold.
The other was the opposite, young and naïve,
But her innocence was the envy of all.
Rumors of her talents in love and ecstasy,
Did beckon all men to call.
Her eyes convinced men to dare
And her voice did soothe their souls.
Her beauty was worshipped as if she was a queen,
And many men hearts she stole.
As time went on, all seemed well,
For his lordship was happy indeed.
He had fulfilled his oath which no man dared doubts,
He had satisfied his lovers needs.
But a time did come, when jealousy reigned,
And both women desired to be the one.
His lordship refused to be forced to choose
To be satisfied by only one.
His lovers exclaimed their rage and wrath
And decided to be forever alone.
His worship was distraught and immensely perturbed
And he shrieked out an ugly tone.
His face turned pale and he broke out in sweat,
His skin did burn and wailed.
He hugged himself and uttered strange sounds,
And he wore horror as a veil.
And it is said, that in a town,
Where lilies continue to bloom.
A legend is told about a fool,
Who held two women as his own.
And legend claims, that the lust of this man,
Had defamed and corrupted his mind.
To a point where he walked the streets
And drowned himself in wine.
No pity was felt for this wretched man,
As his selfishness estranged his friends.
They looked upon him with shame and scorn,
And many prayed his life would end.
And it is said, in stories and rhymes,
That to fall in love is grand.
But to fall for two and to be loved by two,
Should be avoided by every man.
A glorious story, rich indeed,
An epic of the heart.
A love story, a common story,
-A tale of broken hearts.
