Battle scars guard the heart
Like the Trojan wall
Thickly built and rooted in ancient history
Love is precious Helen
Both cause and prisoner
Impending siege leaves her fate in the throws of confusion
Some stories are short stories
This was not to be a ten year war
And yet there was a Trojan horse
Some things are unforeseen
Perhaps Odysseus enjoyed his years of solitude
Though he missed Penelope
What is life without fully-enveloping adventure?
Young hearts are impassioned, impulsive, and easily swayed as the golden maiden shows
They do not pass up Opportunity for Commitment's sake
One can wait on Ithaca's shores for a love that may never return the same,
But I have many islands to see before that day is mine
How life would be simpler were it not for boys clever of spirit and impulsive fair-haired girls with adventure in their eyes...
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