The Saddest Love Stories

A glance across a room from unsuspecting eyes

and just as quick they dart from onlookers

as if the sun were about to hurt all sight

when all the sun wants is to lighten a world

or two.

Never again peered they in each other's space

with both presently aware of such occurrences,

but stole a peek and saw the back of a head,

a cheekbone and an ear, but never saw 

the eyes.

That small slight of sight could shape a new

story of a pair star-crossed as they

and a coincidence of something like a fallen book

that could spur about beautiful tales but only if

they meet.

Unlikely though it may be for two as such,

they bound through the brash berates of

stone cold whispers among the inward voices

who seek to wrench apart the two who might think

to love.

A last plea for a blessing from whatever's beyond,

for Aphrodite's armor to ardently find affection

and the culprit to be cursed Cupid's condemnation

because the saddest love stories are the ones that

never happen.