History is full of lovers

Folded between the years like a dog-eared page

If you look for them, you will find them

Darting from the Garden of Life, apple in hand, two lost souls against the wrath of a God

The first line in mankind's everlasting love story

Chapters later, and love is nothing more than a contract for power

Two young rulers, handed the world on a plate, willing to risk it all for stolen kisses behind thrones, secrets wrapped in rugs like a snake around its prey

An emperor and a pharoah, searching for adrenaline on the battlefield of love

Pages flip by with the decades, and love means danger

A detective and a doctor

Romance behind pulled curtains, love on the other side of a locked door, their secret buried under layers of subtext

You have to go digging to find it, but you will

Scribbles in the margins, the spaces between words, that's where you'll find them

Hold a page to the light, you'll see their first kiss painted in lemon juice, they wanted to trade it for watercolor, but the world was too black-and-white, too 1895 for the breathing crimson they hid in the smothering grey of pipe smoke

If only they could see the rainbows that became of them

If only they could've been there for the turn of the page, their curtains pulled back, doors thrown open, subtext transformed into printed woods, inked on the page like tattoos

We were there for it all, though, trying to compensate for their absence, trying to gift the memories back to them in desperate, needy vain

Do you remember it like I do?

How the stars fell between kisses?

I find you in every textbook

Your smile in Eve, your passion in Cleopatra, your wit in Holmes

I hope I can be the other side of the story

We are the leftovers of the lovers who could not be, the scraps of promises of "in another life"

Thank God history repeats itself

Thank God we get to write another page