There was a girl whose heart was warm
Whose love left her to cry and mourn
With that the heart grew cold and broken
The words in her mind were left unspoken
Deep inside she suffered the pain
Nothing can she do to regain
One day a boy whose clothes were rags
He looked at her sad sad eyes
And whispered "Thy shall live another day if she gets a warm embrace"
She stared at him confused, disarrayed. Feeling of hers unexplained.
She asked thee "Will I live another day? Can't you give me the warm embrace?"
He shook his head and whispered again "Thy shall live another day if she gets a warm embrace"
The boy left without a farewell.
Instead of staring where he once was.
She thought of places where to dwell
She left her home where she stayed for days
Crying and mourning to her loss
But now that time is short
She needs to make a new report
She roamed around her garden dear
Where her love she used to hear
Singing in the garden with drum
But now their garden long forgotten
There she saw her love's favorite roses
Red and blue and pink all over
She smiled at how beautiful they were
She heard a sound and was alert for who opposes
"Mi' lady is all alone?" Said a man all dressed in suit
"I was admiring the roses." She said stiffly
"First time I I've seen mi' lady alone really"
He said, his smile admired.
"What does mi' lady desire?"
"A warm embrace to live another day."
She replied "this the boy said after leaving me in disarray"
"A warm embrace? You have a love who can provide you that wish."
"Sadly my love has died. My love whom I cannot replace."
She looked at him curious. "How does one know that thy self has a love?"
He chuckled softly. "Everyone know mi' Lady's love, even the heaven above."
"If everyone knew my love, then why don't you?"
"Tis, a long tale I might tell. I've been away all year all due
To my mother whose sick in bed."
"I'm sorry you have to endure such dread..."
She bowed her head. "But why has thy come back all dressed?"
"Tis another tale, yet similar to yours
That boy who came gave me the same chore"
His head was bowed. "Did man run out of time?"
"Time is an illusion. Yet time is always right"
Thus the girl ran to him
Pulled him to a hug, his body really slim.
Man was taken aback
By her sudden attack
Another day
To live, not to forget
Another day for a warm embrace.
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A/N. Yeah I'm not proud of this. Wrote to try something new,
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