Abelard And Eloise (for Alex)

[Johntee]

I find my phone still accepts Johntee, so

...
Her brothers came,
In honour bound

And made of him
An open wound
To pour his love

Iin virgin prose,
And she, the

Despoiled rose,

Cast in a nunnery

Might wait beyond life,

A flower caressed in

Immortality.

[AlexandratheLate]

Very tragic love story. Nice poem JT.