The Graces Of Greek Poem by Timothy Long

No grace was ever sweet to hear a lylbi to lall all to dome, a glance at all invented, lightning treasured eyes of all memorized, punky and strict, why does their anger swell? forbidding love within lost memories, the moon sky to a two were quite divine, pride is theirs to a fault, leaders none could deny, taken cover for another, but of no remembrance, running away from him not knowing his fate, only assuming as both did, two different worlds, did I win? her family died along time ago, love hurt, give it up, jealousy can strike well, how can someone look so similar? yet one died, does she love him falsely, how can memories hold truth or precision? a warrior, a soldier, maybe a lover...family became important to the two, runaway, runaway, felt a sign, alive and well, power as pride can't be dealt.