We are together now,
we are inseparable.
In life they did separate us
but death they have no power upon.
I'll tell you my story,
its kind of old though,
a history.
We were lovers,
a servant
and a merchants daughter.
They hated the sight of us
they disagreed with our love
but they failed to realize
our love is stronger
than their riches and gold.
We chose our secret love nest
where we would meet at night.
Don't be surprised dear one,
don't be surprised
for love you do anything.
Aye, as a lady I was brought up shy and obedient
but for love I was defiant and bold.
And on that faithful day,
when we snuck out
to meet and hold hands,
my father sent his men
to kill my beloved.
In the midst of flying arrows
and thrust swords,
my beloved was killed
and I killed myself.
And as I watch from the moon,
where I and my love reside,
I see my father
who cries unto the morrow.
You might call my tale
a tragic one
but I am glad
to be strad
with my Love in eternity,
Our permanent rendevouz.
YOU ARE READING
Words on paper
PoesíaIt's like a fire a growing flame, going higher. It is building up, an uncontrollable wild fire. It is consuming, choking, I can't breath. I've got to let it out someway, somehow, I've got to relieve this weight, I've just got to let go.
