He loved her & even she was his lover.
Their love was scorned by those in power.
No union as in their stars there was fault.
They were killed, but their love wouldn’t halt.
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He was the butterfly, she was the flower.
Reunion, at long last, at that dawn hour…
Linking this to the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′