A Love Between a 21st Century Reader and a 19th Century​ Poet

a love broad and wide like the sky. Timid in the light.

She was fed up with the sorceress that had cursed

the words out of her lover, and that night

Hecate sought to define unrequited love to her through dream:

She was a desolate bird that flew all alone and

its wings dusted the silvery utensils that her lover previously ate from,

and she forgot how to breathe when she realized

that she would never see his lips sip so slow and late from the cup she tasted from ever so sweet.

yet - she fell in love with his words

and she didn’t care that they lived two centuries apart.

Alas she knew she’d never see him but only in her dreams

and her dreams started to fade as each poem did.

they became facades of lust begging to belong in the thrust

of the streams

and loving she never did

but only with this man and this unrequited long-lasting love did she want to exist with.

she fell in love with his voice and the words that he spoke

and the lust he expressed

and the poems he wrote,

in which he became famous for,

and he addressed his best

words that would never disappear as long as they were on paper.

John Keats was an expert puppeteer

that played with people’s feelings and quoted Shakespeare.

He voiced such nostalgia and love for the girl he never met

that this girl now reads his poems so far from when they were written, yet -

she begs to forget the moments they could have shared,

dreaming that if only they had lived in order

and lived long enough:

the long-lost love they dreamed of would have been completed and solemnly declared.