A relationship is like a rose,
How long it lasts, no one knows...

– Rob Cella


Ever After

Like all young lovers, we defied the gods.
   We let our passion grow beyond the pale.
Together we pressed on against the odds,
   And vowed to live a long and glorious tale.
        We spoke the honest truth, and yet we lied.

I’ve counted all the years in heartbeats since
   We broke apart. Like Rosamund I pine,
Pale at the window, waiting for my prince.
   The winter blood runs thin after the wine
        Of summer, and the roses have all died.


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