A tale of two lovers

Narrator: 

I want to share with you a love-centered experience in a story.

One that was formed in the annals of history,

Yet there is no record of it in the registry;

Therefore, it could have only been told by the embittered Henry,

And his love-sick senorita, who was deep in worry.

Henry:

No beauty could have ever measured up to my Henrietta;

You could even have thought that she was my twin sister,

But we were young lovers who didn't even matter;

The first letter of our names said Harmony in one letter,

And with each passing day, this Harmony sounded better.

Our love moved so fast, unhindered by 'dem fetters,

And we kept our love flying with our big angelic feathers;

A few feet above, our sweet soup of love became sour,

But I thought I could fix it with the eloquence of my every letter,

Until we lost the harmony, and our sour soup turned bitter.

Henrietta:

Henry, my love, the love of my nation,

I thought what we shared was an incorruptible connection,

And we shared in those years, tunnels of affection;

I thought our hearts were devoid of corruption,

And our harmony discredited the need for any election.

Now that I look into the mirror of the past for some reflection,

I realise that I sung my lonely years to the melody of depression;

Maybe I would have given my actions a thought of caution;

But all the same, it is not the time to give regret an option;

It is only time to give my emotions a dose of expression.

Henry:

My senorita, although our love did not ride till December,

It was a journey to surely remember;

If only we took caution and wore a coat of leather,

We could have suppressed our lather of anger;

But our hearts grew cold from the bad weather.

As each lonely day began to unfold,

Hills of pain and anger began to mould;

I wanted our love to grow as we grew old,

And our fragrance of love become so bold,

But it all seems like a story never to be told.

Henrietta:

Oh my Lord, how can I justify my action?

How can I undo this great abomination?

Although I believe the sour soup was not my creation, 

It remains something I have decided not to mention,

Because I'm deeply worried, and I need to ease the tension.

Ever since we broke up, I tried to set my heart in motion,

But it always seemed like you struck my heart with a potion;

I have also tried to give my heart some action,

But it never saw a reason to function;

Oh, my Lord, please grace my emotions.

Henry:

My lady Henrietta, that I created the sour soup is no debate,

But a remedy for our bitter soup was yours to create;

I expected that you would arrange for a date,

But you decided to leave it all to fate;

So then, I presume gracing your emotion is rather too late.

I am beginning to form something with Kate.

For we have experienced more than just a date,

And I believe a beautiful relationship will be born at this rate.

This is what you, my senorita, left to fate;

And that is why I believe it is too late.

Henrietta:

Oh my beautiful Lord, I know I was pretty petty;

I was ill-advised by my friend, Betty,

But it was no justification for me to get my hands dirty;

Now that I lost it all, I feel empty.

I would love it for us to catch up on some sweet tea.

Henry, my heart longs that you become my Lord;

For our Union was a pleasant harmony, a major chord,

Until we broke the chords, and lost the harmony without saying a word;

Then the taste of our soup changed, because we went overboard.

I must change the game and challenge Kate with my bleeding sword.

Henry:

Forget Kate, you have always been the love of my life.

I'm just bitter that our separation birthed enmity and strife;

Over and over again, I will make you my lovely wife,

But you have to fight with something better than a knife,

So that you can truly bless our relationship with Life.

Over time, I gave my relationship with Kate some examination,

And I concluded that it was mere infatuation;

I would love for our relationship to receive resurrection,

And my wish for you suffers much gratification;

Therefore, to share cups of sweet tea with you stands as my decision.

Henrietta: 

When I rushed into the spicy soup with Peter,

It did not take long for things to scatter.

For we were joined temporarily like bread and butter,

And he was sworn as your number one hater;

Now, I regret leaving you, because I shed tears like buckets of water.

I always knew Kate was not ready to compete;

She could never have withstood the heat,

Even when it seemed like you guys fit;

Now that there is no more bush to beat,

The resurrection of our relationship will make my joy complete!

Narrator:

This story might seem so much like fiction,

But it is for you to find some inspiration.

How about you give your relationship some examination?

And soothe your pains with a lotion,

So that your love will have no destination?

Glory Ipadeola

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