As though she were a moon in sky of nights unstarred;
as though a silent, untouched plain was Heloise
when parted from the one who'd been her rain and breeze.
She lived her life, but lived without her Abelard.
(To anyone interested, this is one of the greatest love stories in history!
The book I read of it really moved me. If you never heard of this couple,
I hope you will Google it and check out the story! The book I read was
"Stealing Heaven," by Marion Meade)
For Brian Strand's Contest (abba end rhyme)