An Epic Love Story - Poem by Nicholas Nikolov
Sharing our love is a grand tale
of two youthful lovers, who seemed as if they could not fail;
tremendously instant attractions encompassed
the freshly blended lovebirds appeared as though enchanted
profoundly, captivatingly mystifying
love, which instilled each blessed day together - enjoying
the long-forgotten happiness. Never mind
the excruciating highly unfortunate unkind
distance which woefully keeps them apart. Yet, this cross-ocean
relationship would not deter - both experienced countless heartbroken
affections prior to their lavish encounter;
their spellcast heart's instantaneously exploded. Furthermore,
they preciously shared their love with the world, and therefore,
all whom delightfully witnessed - marvelled in amazement -
as the two of them understood, the onlookers too, never saw torment.
There was not a despairing conclusion,
For not a single person sensed an inclination
of such an end to be in sight, except to be sunshine bright.
Grievously, such a stupendous love they had, it could not last,
henceforth, it is now but a mere memory of their past;
imprisoned in the cage of sorrow. She could now love another fellow,
as for the young man, he now awaits for a new lass.
Until the day arrives, his heart shattered in many pieces of glass,
the once infatuation-turned-husband of his love;
feeling that he is blameworthy for this abrupt end
to what he treasured so much, she will not even be his friend,
their life-coexisting aspirations are but make-believe.
Realizing, the days of wonderment, they will never retrieve.
Your regret of our relationship was honest -
it made no difference how little -
it ripped my soul, thus making my heart brittle;
your heart, however, still thumps for the one before I, possibly?
from the beginning terribly.
In any case, this is irrelevant now - wishing you a love so true
that I from this point on bid you adieu.
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