The world did not know, nor did we,
until today, of our kinship,
soul mates by birth, although unknown
to each other, so long separated by fate.
Our eyes betraying us, shining by an announced
and foreshadowed sin, our hearts beating loudly,
strange emotion reddening our faces.
We know it is presage of love,
Lord of all of us humans.
Presage also for unhappy days of sorrow,
for a man must not betray an old friend
and a woman must honor her husband.
Story that recalls old prohibited affairs
suddenly reborn in unsuspected parties
to incautious people like me and you,
quite unable to hide their feelings,
letting go so late lit a flame.
Published in Red Wolf Journal, March 11, 2017.
Published in Fêlan, issue 11, May 19, 2017.
Published in Tree House Arts, Jan 31, 2018