Antony saw Cleopatra

Painting a picture

For Caesar’s ghost.

Though he was long gone,

She stayed faithful

And her daily smiles said

“I loved you most.”

So, Antony, in his jealousy,

His confusing habit

To dwell in the

Present as sure as tomorrow,

Drove himself insane.

Constantly asking Cleopatra

“What’s my name?”,

She responded on the Mark.

But Antony saw behind her smile

A smile he couldn’t claim:

A bit of Caesar’s spark.

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