Accidentally chanced upon
While browsing through a set of tomes
An unrequited love poem
Marked between the yellowed pages
Within a volume rifled through.
Thereupon, I eagerly read
The words in Edwardian script
Predated nineteen hundred six-
A sad age of class distinction- 
Where lines describe a futile love
Of two unfortunates in love
The beau from high society
His belle of notoriety.
The aging ink was droplet smeared
I want to think it was from tears.