A Dilemma of the Damsel

That's her; she is there above

Gazing at the pearls of her love

She lingers there in the Heavenly glow

Which angels gaze while walking slow

With stars like lanterns veiled in mist

They observe that her lips ne'er kissed.

Upon the heaven's gilded parapet

She cries at the vow she'd once set

With hands, now pale, softly trace

bethinking of their bygone grace

Feeling once again his whispered plea

Like a waltz of longing to roam free.

Beauty dwells beneath her feet

Longing for the Aphrodite to greet

Yet her earthly love stands still

By autumn's grove and winter's hill.

His heart, in her grave, mincing in ache

Seeking solace nobody could make. 

Melodious tunes that he can hear

Are sung by her, both sweet and sheer

"O! Let the heavens tear in two for me

To get a glance at her, I long to see!"

He feels that heaven is yet to tame

As it doesn't allow her love to claim. 

He often, with his enfeebled tread

Passes by her house where love once led

By the roses that have lost their red

By the fragrance that disappeared unsaid

By the shades that have grown dim

As everything carries her name to him.

She kneels with her head bowed low

And stares at him in total sorrow. 

"Let him feel my love, my kiss

Bind his heart to mine in this abyss

Though these stars light my way

I want to get back to my earthly clay."

The Angels are seldom so austere

As they see her sorrow year after year

But Heaven, though just and true

Denies such dreams, she ever knew.

Still, she prays to defy her fate

with a heart and a love not to abate.

And he, beneath the twilight's sheen,

He still longs for his bygone Queen

Turning his gaze upon Heaven's crest 

Where a star burns brighter than the rest

In his love, seeking his solace and care

As though her soul is attached there. 

"Call me Home, dear!" she cries at last

"To the place where love is not my past

Though I dwell in Heaven's embrace

It is less heavenly than his face

What joy can paradise give me

If my love is on the Earth as I see?" 

Thus, in the veil of Time's cruel art

She mourns every day apart and apart

Heavens, though wide and kind

Fail to console her aching mind. 

For love, though death may intervene,

Dwells in eternity though unseen.