On this day,
I tell a tale of Poet\\\'s Love;
I speak to thee of Forever foes,
hate bestowed by drove\\\'s decree,
loath for differing hues of mortal shell,
the variation of fair and dark flesh;
though the breath of these two did meet and meld.

They converged at the court of Erato,
soaring syllables sauntered syntax in syntax, Poets\\\' eyes did kiss,
orbs engulfed the other whole,
and souls did mate.

Forevermore,
no lips touched the other\\\'s but thine own;
and they Loved.

She loved him as gleam shines \\\'pon gold;
He her as luster encircles pearls,
thine priceless treasures encased in Poets\\\' breasts.

As certain as Love crept as vines \\\'bout trellis, Death did descend,
shrouded Eros\\\' world in shadow.

Sun retired;
murk devoured constellations and Luna,
the rains of sorrow dripped from kinsmen\\\'s visage; lamentations of Love\\\'s demise wove a tapestry of legend \\\'pon the fabric of time;
and the mythos of lovers\\\' enlightenment \\\'twas manifested with thine passing.

On this day,
I tell a tale of Poet\\\'s Love;
I speak to thee of Lovers\\\' reverence for Love and Life.

Hark,
open ye ears and hear the melody of marvelous amore;
listen to the beauty of Poet\\\'s Love...