Triangle

Down on her back laid my brown-eyed maiden,

Teary eyed and heavy laden.

With glistening eye and mournful cry,

She cursed the world as it passed her by.

Her love discarded, cheated.

For things more carnal, more heated.

Down on his knees laid my fair-eyed gent,

Burdened, mournful, for her whom his love was sent.

Long had he desired our brown-eyed maiden,

Though oft teary eyed and heavy laden.

Left behind, his jealousy, his intense desire.

Though e'er did it consume him, an undying fire.

Regarding naught of his feeling, he strove to comfort and protect.

She claimed to love him duly, though any concept of attachment she'd oft reject.

Down on his face laid my fair-eyed gent.

Long had he waited for her, every excursion for her heart made no dent.

Slowly did his mind and heart stray,

Though nothing could ever break it away.

Continually she threw herself at one who'd long discarded her,

Both pretending, the truth so much surer.

Slowly, doubt would ever linger in the mind of our maiden,

Of the boy she pretended to acknowledge, her distaste much more brazen.

Surely his words were false, his compliments flattery, his presence an act.

Thought she all this, while in the embrace of lies, her lover's to be exact.

Down on her back laid my brown-eyed maiden,

Teary eyed and heavy laden.

With glistening eye and mournful cry,

She cursed the world as it passed her by.

For none loved her more than our fair-eyed gent,

And as all do, she realized long after she could repent.