Tristan and Isolde
Star crossed lovers, that you are
brought together by fate of war
Ardour grew, Love then bloomed,
yet forced apart by wit of doom.
Only inches, only strands
hearts restrained at owns' command
Yet passion flies on tryst at night
hidden away from prying sight
Now cry you must, o soul cry hard!
for tears are but your only card
Triumph you won't, unless you see
Love's Sacrifice that's offered thee
B'yond the shores, to Undying lands,
your blissful Love shall come to stand..