The Tale of Heloïse d’Argenteuil and Peter Abelard

Throughout generations there has been love and a beautiful romance

Until two are separated tragically, never thought to reunite

Their relationship, no longer seeming bright

Leaving both in a melancholy trance

In the city of love, no matter where he went

The presence of passion never ceased to exist

Rather, grabbed his heart by its invisible fist

As the chair to his right was empty, the person absent, leaving without any note of consent

How this man longed for this maiden

Unconditional love was only a distant memory in the brain

The only feeling that grew was emotional pain

Although the intensity of this passion is not unshaken

Whilst their passion grew like the red hot intensity of one thousand suns

He knew that one could destroy their love

Enter the emotions of a mourning dove

Never mind the emotions, for they shall attempt to speak in the tongues

Many millenniums appeared to pass

Young mortal’s love untouched by the cold hand of fate

Seemingly forever in this physiological state

Except, unbeknownst by the pair, their love would silently, symbolically shatter, such like broken glass

Love, she is a cruel mistress

For their secrecy would be unlocked with the key of intelligence and wit

In the mourning of the dove they still could not admit

She solemnly surrendered that her wonderous world was becoming unrealistic

Never leaving the couple like a loyal companion

One who would never be seen

Though it would not protect them from horrid creatures for long, as would a vaccine

When they are fully discovered the pair will fall further into facts of existence that form a canyon  

In restless dreams the two shall find

The consequences of their behavior

Handled they shall be by the Savior

Yearning for secrecy and each other has made them blind

Oaths that bind two in matrimony was a secluded affair

Under this she did not want to live

In realizing this he convinced her that only an orchestra composed of one would not thrive

They now felt to each other as money to a millionaire

In fertility such as the fruitful cherry tree

Son was constructed from a ball of fire

No must know her heart’s deepest desire

Ostracized from her loved ones and reality

When the jewel was discovered, he was possibly sent away

Humans know nothing of his whereabouts, except for only the name

Earth and in the Heavens would know this boy as Astralabe, as he became

Really never knowing if he should listen to the hearsay

Evermore will these two hearts beat in unison, for they know of the emotions that lie within

The years pass by, and the presence has found

He shall soon begin to fade into the darkness that creeps around

And will soon pay for his immoral sin

One tragic day in April with perfect blue skies

The world around him seemed bright

Until a dark figure closes in, dark as night

The screams are then heard, until they are silenced and the half of her dies

The only remembrance, but cryptic message

That no one has understood ’till this day

The memory of these star-crossed lovers begins to fade away

And their tale of lore remains in the wreckage

Love is a tryst between the high and the low

The white purity of reason against the red heart of ardor and emotions

But you cannot live in a world full of only romantic notions

For you would only become a river that would not flown

WHEN MY HEART IS NOT WITH YOU IT IS NOWHERE