Elouise And Abelard Poem by Dave SmithWhite

Elouise and Abelard.
An early promise marked and scarred.
Beset by shame and low regard.
Elouise and Abelard.

Abelard and Elouise.
Rising stars of catholic creeds.
Prayed so long upon their knees.
Abelard and Elouise.

Elouise and Abelard.
Met with mind and fierce heart.
Of witty joust and pointed dart.
Elouise and Abelard.

Abelard and Elouise.
In holy orders, lock and keys.
The games fate played to mock and tease.
Abelard and Elouise.

Elouise and Abelard.
Twix't monk and nun, a romance starts.
But once begun, soon torn apart.
Elouise and Abelard.

Abelard and Elouise.
Gripped by passion like disease.
Fevers flushed by icy freeze.
Abelard and Elouise.

Elouise and Abelard.
Hid their love from zealot guards.
A ruined vessel smashed to shards.
Elouise and Abelard.

Abelard and Elouise.
Despite their pious, earnest pleas.
Left to stew by slow degrees.
Abelard and Elouise.

Elouise and Abelard.
Can trace disgrace on map or chart.
The distance 'tween castrated parts.
Elouise and Abelard.

Abelard and Elouise.
Could see the forest, not the trees.
Dismissed the love of birds and bees.
Abelard and Elouise.

Elouise and Abelard.
Undone by envy's cold canard.
The prince of peace, the joker's card.
Elouise and Abelard.

Abelard and Elouise.
The sterile martyr's sculptured frieze.
To artists, ciphers inspire and please.
Abelard and Elouise.

Elouise and Abelard.
Endorsed by Poesy's mystic bard.
For life was cruel and love was hard.
Elouise and Abelard.