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The Chronicles of Simon the Lover- Chapter Five: Chronicle #1
The Chronicles of Simon the Lover
Chapter Five: Chronicle #1
Muriel
You are the sweetest fragrance
Of the fairest May flower
My heart is stricken
In every moment
Of your absence
Your beauty draws my soul
In the night watches
As the moon’s gravity
Upon the ocean tide
If I believed but for a moment
That there was not a place
For our love
I would beg not to love you
Will my confession
Find a kind answer?
Will you forgive my secrets?
Will your sacrifice
Be my love’s salvation?
Does your heart hear
My whispered prayer?
Oh Muriel
Suffer love’s fool to speak!
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The Chronicles of Simon the Lover-Chapter Two: The Heart of Simon
The Chronicles of Simon the Lover
Chapter Two: The Heart of Simon
In spite of his lack of human friends
Simon was not completely forsaken
For he found the companionship offered by books
To be quite agreeable
His best pals were the Scriptures, Moby Dick
And a collection of love poems
Penned by the great writers of verse
Oh, and by the way
Simon was in love
Her name was Muriel
She was an angel in his eyes
Every time he saw her in town
His heart felt as though it was being crushed
By the mighty hand of God
But he would only look quickly
For he was the town’s peculiar one
And though he could bear the judgmental stares
Of everyone that passed him by
To risk catching such a glance from Muriel
Would be as death to him
So rather than chance such a fate
He withheld his eyes from ever meeting hers
Several years it had been
That he had lived in this sad state
A man whose chest burned with the heat
Of true love’s passion
Yet feeling imprisoned
Unable to express his deepest emotions
To the object of his desire
The sweet Muriel
But one day
Everything changed…
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The Chronicles of Simon the Lover- Chapter One: A Man Peculiar
The Chronicles of Simon the Lover
Chapter One: A Man Peculiar
Every small town has a man who is shunned
A man who is peculiar in one way or another
Usually seen walking here or there
Sometimes stopping at the cafe for coffee
Sitting in the safety of the back corner booth
Always alone
A man who is never afforded
The congenial small talk
And courteous nods
Offered to one another
By the regular citizens
Simon was such a man
He had suffered a bout of polio as a child
Scarcely surviving the episode
Being left a bit hunched over
With his spine and one leg permanently crooked
In nineteen fifty-six
Simon was a man in his late twenties
He was always disheveled in appearance
Often seen shuffling down the sidewalk
While catching the disapproving glances
Of the regular townsfolk
Like an unwelcome leper with
Worn clothes
Unkempt hair
And a lonely soul
His parents having both passed on
He lived with an aunt on his father’s side
Who was kind enough to give him room and board
Though he could pay no regular rent
As he was only able to find odd and infrequent jobs
Because who wants a cripple for their hired man
(Strange how a town with so many churches
can be so wanting in the area of practical
Christianity)
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