Heloise and Abelard (12th Century Lovers)
Twelfth century Paris, a shroud of depression
Their passionate affair, shocked and scandalized
Policies ruled, with sexual repression
A story of true love now immortalized
While striving for knowledge, dear sweet Heloise
Fell deeply in love with her tutor, Abelard
Twenty years senior, he tried hard to appease
The outraged community, when caught off guard
Heavy with child , to Brittany they both fled
The place where Abelard, it is written, was born
Fulbert her uncle, saw them secretly wed
And trickery grew with his hate and his scorn
The dastardly canon had made other plans
To take Heloise, his own life to sweeten
But when she ignored, his un-godly demands
Abelard was taken and brutally beaten
Poor desperate lovers, they were given no choice
But take holy orders, and give up their son
When set far apart and then silenced their voice
Wrote letters in secret, now treasured each one
Never again to set eyes on each other
Oh poor lover\'s, their only crime was to love
They wept for their son, passed on to another
Then begged the forgiveness of One up above.
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Author Notes
Six hundred years later, it was Josephine Boneparte so moved by their story, that she ordered that the
remains of Heloise and Abelard be entomed together at Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris.
To this day lovers from all over the world visit the tomb where Heloise and Abelard rest eternally together.