What’s in a Name?

When picking cities, choose a tale: where life
and love fight wars, or where some legends tread
the ancient ways of bloodshed. We have read
our stories well: we know such star-crossed strife
still carries on, just modernised; the knife
that hangs over our heads still waits to fall.
From various balconies we hear their call,
old plots with newer names to drive us mad.
And yet, somehow, the city pulls me in:
your swollen heart, these candles lit by prayer,
my postcards to you writ upon the air.
This land of love exculpates us from sin;
its echoing voices tell of every way
two hearts may join before life ebbs away.

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