Tradition

People of this world don't know what to say

When it comes to true love, including today.

They say it's for benefits, or lots of money,

Or sometimes for fame, even popularity.

But of all of these answers I have just said,

They come from hearts that have long since been dead.

True love is thinking with your heart, not your brain.

True love is waiting for her in the rain.

True love is when you can't stop thinking of her.

True love is something when you know for sure

When you see her and love her for not how she looks;

It's her personality that truly hooks

You right onto her, stuck like glue.

These are a few things I'd hoped you knew.

This is a piece of what I have thought,

And I'd like you to know that I love you a lot.

Now there are differences, such important things

That agitate me so much I find myself screaming.

You're beautiful, courageous, the head of the pack;

Everything you have of which I do lack.

But tradition has been placed for so many years,

And not being with you is my biggest of fears.

Your family needs you much greater than me,

But that doesn't mean I don't wish we could be

Together, forever, despite our position,

Despite our differences and our tradition.

The moment I lay eyes on you I knew it was true

That from the depths of my heart I would really love you.

But us being together seems impossible;

Yet the journeys we shared were unimaginable.

I thought I had you, pulled you in close,

Thought I would give you just one simple dose.

But it wasn't enough; tradition comes first.

Your love in return forever I'll thirst.

I have made mistakes, of that I'll admit,

But my heart yearns for you, bleeding drops of scarlet.

But the time has finally come for you

In which your whole life could be born anew.

He's better than me, perfect in every way.

I just hope and pray that maybe one day

We could, possibly, be together,

That we could share lives, just maybe, forever.

Sometimes tradition is meant to be broken.