Of course not. Their story was contemplated by Lucas, true, but the films were never actually made, as a band of zombies attacked the set of a movie that was meant to be called “Star Wars: Episode 1” and ate the director, producer, and most of the principal cast. Only Ewen McGregor, Natalie Portman, and Saruman survived.
Popocatepetl & Iztaccihuatl
Excerpt from Wikipedia:
They were both turned into mountains–the eponymously named peaks to the east of Mexico City.
There are two pairs of star-crossed lovers in Wagner’s Ring cycle, all related, so there’s quite a bit of incest involved as well. In Die Walküre there are Siegmund and Sieglinde, who are twin brother and sister but don’t know it. Then in Siegfried and Götterdämmerung there is their son Siegfried and his auntie Brünnhilde. Of course, nothing good comes of all this, but it takes many hours in coming.
French - an unconsumated triangle : Christian/ Roxanne/ Cyrano
Darn it! Somebody always beats me to it.
Spain: the lovers of Teruel. Google “amantes de Teruel” for nifty pics of the mausoleum. Yep, they’re real. Poor second son, rich noblewoman; her father gives him 5 years to come back with money. He comes back in time… to a festive town… which is celebrating his bride’s wedding! The father didn’t count too well. He goes to the cathedral, meets the bridal party as it comes out; asks her for a kiss, but she refuses: she still loves him, but now belongs to another. His heart breaks and he dies.
His funeral is the next day. As they pass the house of his beloved, a veiled woman exits its door. It’s her. She lifts her veil, kisses his coffin and drops dead on top of it.
Like I said, their double grave is gorgeous, some of the most delicate stonework I’ve ever seen.
Also the lovers in the Romance del Conde Niño, a poem that I absolutely love (and most poetry leaves me scratching my head) and wish I could translate but my English isn’t that good and anyway it’s pretty long: the Count is singing at the sea side, the Queen hears him and calls her daughter over “to hear the sirens sing”, “that’s no sirens, Mother, it’s the Count singing for me”, “for your love he sings? I’ll have him killed for his arrogance” “if you kill him, I will die”. He dies at midnight; she, with the sunrise. She is buried at the altar, he a few steps back. A rosebush grows from her grave, a white thornbush from his; those branches that met, hugged; those that could not hug, did not stop sighing. The Queen orders both shrubs cut, a crane was born from her, a strong hawk from him; together they fly forever, together across the sky
I didn’t say I had good taste 
The legend of El Cristo de La Vega in Toledo: he comes back after 7 years making his fortune as a soldier in Flandes… but doesn’t fulfill his promise of marriage to her, made in front of the Christ at the vegetable gardens, down by the river; she sues and claims the statue of Christ as her witness; the judges move the tribunal there and set out to question the statue. When asked, “do you swear that one day, in front of your feet, Diego swore that he would marry Inés?”, the statue lifts its right hand from the Cross and, touching the papers where the proceedings are being written as witnesses had to do, says “I do”. Both Inés and Diego get sudden attacks of religion and enter convents.
There’s several “leyendas de la Mora”: christian knight, taken prisoner, assisted by moorish lady, falls in love with her. There’s variations from that point but they never get to marry.
And several “beautiful Rebecas” (it’s almost a legend sub-gender). This one is from Cuenca: a christian young man, coming back from a walk in the forest, comes upon some toughs who are bothering a lady and scares them away. He offers to escort her home but she refuses. He follows anyway: partly out of curiosity, partly because he’s genuinely worried that the thoughs may come back. She enters a house in the Jewish part of town; he gets closer and sees that a Star of David decorates the door; it is indeed a Jewish house. Darn and damnation, oh well.
Because she’s arrived late and some people have seen the christian guy following her, she gets accused of, uhm, impropriety. She doesn’t know his name, not would she expect any help from a Christian; plus, if people aren’t even thinking of checking for virginity, what will his word help? He hears about it through the grapevine (he’d said “darn and damnation” but was still curious to know who she was) and figures out a way to help her; the two families become friends.
I want to know too. What does star-crossed mean?
Anyway - Abelard and Heloise. Heloise’s dad had Abelard’s dick cut off.
Apologies, Snooooopy. Didn’t notice your priority.
Well, as long as Ewan survives I suppose I can deal with it.
Star-crossed Lovers
Horatio Hornblower and Archie Kennedy.
What?
(If you’re being all serious about this: Deirdre (Derdriu) and Naoirse (Noisiu) from the ‘Exile of the Sons of Uisliu’ tale in the Táin Bó Cualinge cycle, one of Ireland’s most famous epics.)
Thanks, guys! This is great. I want to compile a little list of them - maybe even make a web page.
I didn’t notice this before. Does this mean we’re going to die?
Scarlett’s mother Ellen and Ellen’s cousin Phillippe were in love, but her father fobade the marriage. Phillippe left town and was killed in a barroom brawl. Ellen only married Gerald O’Hara to get away from her family. If they didn’t let her, she would become a nun.
Scarlett’s little sister Careen had a serious crush on Brent Tarleton, and was engaged to him when he died in the war. She became a nun.
Those O’Hara women don’t have much luck in love, do they?
I think it just means that, being at the two ends of the alphabet like that, you and Zebra will never actually meet.
Scarlett’s love problems have little to do with luck. She was lucky Rhett Butler ever gave her time of day at all.
:smack: How could I forget Edith Keeler and James Tiberius Kirk?
We’ll die befor we have sex.
but if you die first, then, well…
Are you thinking of that other thread? Those three guys that urp were going to break into that crypt?
I’m going to be cremated, just an FYI.
The disc’s greatest lovers were undoubtedly Mellius and Gretelina, whose pure, passionate and soul-searing affair would have scorched the pages of History if they had not, because of some unexplained quirk of fate, been born two hundred years appart on different continents. However, the gods took pity on them and turned him into an ironing board and her into a small brass bollard[1].
[1]When you’re a god, you don’t have to have reasons.
-Mort by Terry Pratchett