The first time that we loved each other, the Lord had given birth,
To this land we roamed upon, that together, we named Earth.
Through the Devil's feindish lies, beyond life, and death, and more.
Yet, we never dreamed, we'd meet again once more.
Then I walked through desert heat, through Egypts burning sand.
They called me Cleopatra, I was queen to all the land.
Your name it was Mark Antony, and I died within your grasp,
When the jealous Caesar did kill me with an Asp.
Truly it was my proof, that I you had adored,
For when I died withing your arms, you fell upon you sword.
Then I walked through English fog, and whom should I see here?
My soul mate! Who was now Lancelot, and you called me Guinavere.
I was queen to Camelot, I wore the noble crown.
Wife to brave king Arthur, knight of the table round.
Yet, it kept me not from loving you, nor yeilding to your embrace.
Again I loved your heart and soul, though different was your face.
Then one day in the stables, when passion had made us blind.
We were discovered by my husband, while our bodies were intwined.
The king expressed his jealous rage, from Camelot you were banished.
I lived, and yet, I died that day, when from my life you vanished.
Romeo and Juliet were characters in an act, but I and my love
Shakespeare, did live this play as fact.
Shakespeare, he did write this tale, to be relived upon the stage,
But he and I did know the truth, behind my family's rage.
He was but an author, desolate and poor,
My family saw his talent not, in those days of yore.
We were kept apart, though neither physically died,
Death did steal upon us, to kill us both inside.
Luckily before our love, could comprehend defeat,
I learned that by another name, a rose doth smell as sweet.
You were a Yankee soldier, and I a southern belle,
Oh the nights we tip-toed, to meet beside the well.
Then through the forset shadows, as we shared a moment dear,
Like an apparition, my brother did appear.
He being Confederate, could not our love withstand,
So we were shot for treason, as the night before he'd planned.
He took our lifeless bodies, and cursed us both to Hell.
Then together we lay on the bottom, of that graveyard called a well.
He may ahve taken our lives, but he could never taint our love,
As could not the men before, perhaps not God above.
So long since I've held you! So slowly the decades have passed.
But you're here with my arms again. At last my love, at last!
Through so much sorrow, death, and rage, our passion still is burning,
It's so impressed old Father Time, he let's us keep returning.
Heather Epperson
{FAIRRY}
