SONNET LXV - THE MONSTER

Our fate is full of pain and endless strife
a monstrous foe we can't seem defeat
We're never sure of anything in life
except that we're in love so bittersweet
We dream of being one against all odds
though life itself may snatch that chance away
Such bliss is only worthy of the gods
and we are merely mortals, made of clay
But if this time it's not our destiny
and to another life our soul is hurled
we'll find love there, or fight on endlessly
to finally conquer Fate in some new world
  Though we can only kiss in sweetest dreams
  this tragedy's still beautiful it seems