Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

(The) Fate of Fatal Lovers


Fated to be in a togetherness...
No one comprehends but them.

The fate of fatal lovers,
In a relationship
Others tell them not meant to be.

There is too much abuse done publicly.
And in private this feeds a romance...
Enhanced by physical foreplay,
Some say is quite sick.

They both inflict scars and wounds.
This attraction seems to be headed for doom.
But no one can see,
After the slapping and blackened eyes...
The love between them made!

Fated to be in a togetherness...
No one comprehends but them.
It just needs less notoriety.
With a maturity that has yet to begin.

Submitted: Saturday, March 14, 2009

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