Lovers Quarrels

Once in a dream filled winters night , our lovers pledge was sworn,
But a jester acted out a joke, and cruelly blew his horn.
He played a song of impoverishment to pierce the gentlest heart,
The notes that floated in the air tore both our souls apart.
Like softly fallen snow in March, our world did quickly melt,
Such pain and guilt did permeate the sorrow that we felt.
Our winter withered into spring, as we warmed in April's sun,
But never would we understand the loss the song had done.
Low words of comfort could not undo, our furrows went to waste,
As we scrambled to replace the words, that we had said in haste.
From the Jesters song, the words that flowed from twixt our parted lips,
Were meant to stay within our minds, not thoughts allowed to slip.
From fevered brow we uttered words, our world turned upside down.
A lovers quarrel, a jesters joke, two souls became unbound.

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