I am your Josephine, the one you always loved.
We parted ways, but the passion was not diluted
You loved me, whether married or divorced.
“France, army, head of army and Josephine”
I am your Cleopatra, the doomed Egyptian Queen
Loving you led me to immortalisation and death
By the hands of deadly asp, a snake befitting my royal rank
And only in death could we ever be free
I am your Juliet, of youth ever flourishing
Loving you was never an easy path
To see you poisoned, I plunged the sword
Into my heart, that was slowly breaking
I am your Guinevere, I never was your wife
Your damsel in distress for my death penalty
Adulterous relationship, meant no more happiness
You are a hermit, I a nun that is the life we must lead
I am your Thisbe, trapped in Roman mythology
The wall through which we did converse
You thought me dead by lions blood thirst
Fell upon sword, of which I soon joined you in death
I am your Iseult, though I see no flaw of deception
To your mentor, King Mark, I was betrothed
Not known if our love was through mind or potion
It was true, I loved you ‘till our death
To Napoleon and Josephine
To Antony and Cleopatra
To Romeo and Juliet
To Lancelot and Guinevere
To Pyramus and Thisbe
To Tristan and Iseult
We are doomed
For love did not conquer all.