To be in love is truly to be free.

At any rate, that's what the young ones say.

Sebastian made this very claim to me,

As hap'ly we beside each other lay.

.

He claimed that never would we be apart

Since truer friends and lovers never were.

His smile was then traded for my heart.

A tremendously good bargain, I was sure.

.

But now those lips are servicing another,

His tongue dripping its honey in her lip.

And my flesh is abandoned by its lover,

Nought left but rancid memories to sip.

.

I knew not this when first our love set sail:

That love is never freedom; 'tis a jail.

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AN: Originally written for the Fall Fandom Free-for-all on livejournal

Prompt was Antonio/Sebastian