The Poems of Sisi (Empress Elisabeth of Austria) and Mini(Stargazer)

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Can poetry survive lifetimes?

  1. Poetry speaks from the soul.

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  2. The soul is immortal.

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  1. Ministargazer

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    And another one of my poems from the archives illustrating the pangs of romance. I wonder what Heinrich would have thought of it in his day.

    Love Under the Gun
    Today my soul came back to me
    My lover couldn't set me free
    I saw his smile turn to a frown
    And I was stepping on frozen ground
    The light in his eyes no longer shone for me
    The criticism came constantly
    And when the magic left, I cried
    Because something deep inside had died
    Love is magic, this I know
    When it is gone, it's time to go
    And then he said, "Don't cry that way."
    "For true love will come back to stay
    You can't keep true love away."
     
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    From reading "Sisi, Empress on Her Own" I have come to realize that Empress Elisabeth had romantic attractions to several men including Bay Middleton, an English companion in horseback riding and Count Guylas Andrassy of Hungary which could not be fulfilled due to her marriage to Emperor Franz Joseph. It was rumoured however, that her last daughter Valerie was fathered by Andrassy, although this was never proven. Perhaps one of my poems from the archives has surfaced in my life to express the way that she felt in these relationships.

    To know you
    is to love you compulsively
    obsessively beyond reason and logic
    against all odds
    to know you is to suffer tears in the silent dark
    and heartaches that never end
    to know you is to share you with others
    spit in the face of jealousy
    and dance with the devil
    to know you is to crave you
    like chocolate at midnight
    and lie alone by the phone
    waiting for your call
    to know you is to both love and hate you
    because the addiction cannot be broken
    secret rendezvous that flirt with danger
    and step quietly down the path of
    self destruction
    to know you is to hold magic briefly
    in the palm of my hand.
     
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