Cyrano

if Cyrano loved Christian, none can say
it wasn't one of Edmond Rostand's themes
the literary guidelines of his day
precluded any whiff of such  queer themes
the three-way conversation in the night
beneath the balcony was surely chaste
it's when her beau had climbed up to that height
her chaperone must light a lamp in haste
a poet's poet, high above the herd
exalted language in all its effects
as if two souls can only meet in words
discounting youthful beauty and hot sex
still stuck on Christian, mourning what was dead
she never took her one true love to bed