21st Century Love . . . Andy & Aria's Act III Scene II
https://allpoetry.com/poem/13467248-21st-Century-Love-.-.-.-Andy---Arias-Act-III-Scene-I-by-Lucretia-Mccloud
Act III Scene II
Narrator: Again opens the scene with Aria waiting patiently serene
dressed in rust swede and matching boots for the weather, cool
composing a poem after a meditation on creation, the Creator, and just being. She reads back what's she written:
Aria: Unseen.
Everlasting.
Not a baseless
hopeless dream
the Future--
Peaceful and Serene!
As day-to-day we waste away
from stresses that drain
our joy.
Sweet study employed
do enliven energies needed
to finish the race
whether we manage it energetically
or coerced we are to keep apace. Thankful
now for a paradise we face.
Arising on a horizon
forthcoming soon.
The earth restored.
Removed sin's gloominess,
doom.
Unseen our hope
yet, glorious it's tune!
Lifting spirits.
Hearts enlarged
to nations consume.**
Narrator: Aria leaves the stage with these words needed to ruminate on daily, since no longer a blushing bride to a bitter agnostic groom.
How did that happen when we saw her perplexed?
While watch as the curtain opens on Andy anxious to flex, because Vie indeed caused him on Aria to be vexed.
Andy: (Pacing back-and-forth.) Aria! How could you?... You knew I hadn't seen my parents in years! And you up and plan a visit with them regardless.
Just where was your fear... to me displease?
Narrator: As Aria sits on the sofa, she fights back angry tears. Her voice questioning in the background:
Aria: Just how did he know? Who could have told him when and where I should go?
Narrator: Though, instantly and really Aria already knew.
Aria: But how did Vie know what things to say to cause Andy to brew? Whenever they are together he comes back in a stew. That witch is so clever. Just what can I do?... There must be something in this place that let's her know. Or at least, gives her a clue.
Andy: Aria? Are you listening to me!?... He stands in front of her like a massive swaying tree with limbs well equipped to deliver a beating with more than just his lips.
Narrator: Any other day Aria would not cower. But she'd promised to meet his mother in little less than an hour.
Aria slides a little to the side of the sofa, patting him daintily a spot.
Aria: Andy please sit down. Your anger is making you too hot. Let me kiss you to make you better. I don't want you to drop.
Narrator: Andy looks down on his beauty and her sweet smile and skin so smooth. In an instant he's mellow. His anger did lose.
Places his head on Aria's lap.
Andy: Honey, I'm sorry. You just don't understand.
Narrator: As Aria massages his temples gently, still concerned with her plan:
Aria: All I want is to know Andy better. Why is meeting his family such an ugly endeavor?
Narrator: But suddenly something she read springs to mind. About being in subjection, which could very well lead to him dealing with her real kind.
Another verse coercing her independent thinking was:
Aria: My wifely conduct mild could win him over without a word. Instead of this recent constant bickering without either really being heard.
Maybe I should just write his mother to let her know I exist. Then maybe she will initiate a dinner. On it immediately insist.
Narrator: With that notion she's content to further Andy soothe. Strokes his flesh to flame a fire into motion.
As the curtain closes on their romance. Heated now. No time to snooze.
While, Vie watches their goings on from her home. Lit. Her wicked jealous fuse... TO BE CONT'D
Act III Scene II
Narrator: Again opens the scene with Aria waiting patiently serene
dressed in rust swede and matching boots for the weather, cool
composing a poem after a meditation on creation, the Creator, and just being. She reads back what's she written:
Aria: Unseen.
Everlasting.
Not a baseless
hopeless dream
the Future--
Peaceful and Serene!
As day-to-day we waste away
from stresses that drain
our joy.
Sweet study employed
do enliven energies needed
to finish the race
whether we manage it energetically
or coerced we are to keep apace. Thankful
now for a paradise we face.
Arising on a horizon
forthcoming soon.
The earth restored.
Removed sin's gloominess,
doom.
Unseen our hope
yet, glorious it's tune!
Lifting spirits.
Hearts enlarged
to nations consume.**
Narrator: Aria leaves the stage with these words needed to ruminate on daily, since no longer a blushing bride to a bitter agnostic groom.
How did that happen when we saw her perplexed?
While watch as the curtain opens on Andy anxious to flex, because Vie indeed caused him on Aria to be vexed.
Andy: (Pacing back-and-forth.) Aria! How could you?... You knew I hadn't seen my parents in years! And you up and plan a visit with them regardless.
Just where was your fear... to me displease?
Narrator: As Aria sits on the sofa, she fights back angry tears. Her voice questioning in the background:
Aria: Just how did he know? Who could have told him when and where I should go?
Narrator: Though, instantly and really Aria already knew.
Aria: But how did Vie know what things to say to cause Andy to brew? Whenever they are together he comes back in a stew. That witch is so clever. Just what can I do?... There must be something in this place that let's her know. Or at least, gives her a clue.
Andy: Aria? Are you listening to me!?... He stands in front of her like a massive swaying tree with limbs well equipped to deliver a beating with more than just his lips.
Narrator: Any other day Aria would not cower. But she'd promised to meet his mother in little less than an hour.
Aria slides a little to the side of the sofa, patting him daintily a spot.
Aria: Andy please sit down. Your anger is making you too hot. Let me kiss you to make you better. I don't want you to drop.
Narrator: Andy looks down on his beauty and her sweet smile and skin so smooth. In an instant he's mellow. His anger did lose.
Places his head on Aria's lap.
Andy: Honey, I'm sorry. You just don't understand.
Narrator: As Aria massages his temples gently, still concerned with her plan:
Aria: All I want is to know Andy better. Why is meeting his family such an ugly endeavor?
Narrator: But suddenly something she read springs to mind. About being in subjection, which could very well lead to him dealing with her real kind.
Another verse coercing her independent thinking was:
Aria: My wifely conduct mild could win him over without a word. Instead of this recent constant bickering without either really being heard.
Maybe I should just write his mother to let her know I exist. Then maybe she will initiate a dinner. On it immediately insist.
Narrator: With that notion she's content to further Andy soothe. Strokes his flesh to flame a fire into motion.
As the curtain closes on their romance. Heated now. No time to snooze.
While, Vie watches their goings on from her home. Lit. Her wicked jealous fuse... TO BE CONT'D
Can Marriage Withstand the Storm?
https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102006241?q=marriage&p=par
href="https://allpoetry.com/poem/13090166-Unseen...-by-Lucretia-Mccloud">https://allpoetry.com/poem/13090166-Unseen...-by-Lucretia-Mccloud
https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102006241?q=marriage&p=par
href="https://allpoetry.com/poem/13090166-Unseen...-by-Lucretia-Mccloud">https://allpoetry.com/poem/13090166-Unseen...-by-Lucretia-Mccloud
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