Listen! Listen! Can you not hear it?
A song! A song! From lost spirits
You must find her and bind her
To get one wish
You must catch her but be careful
She is prone to win at wits.
She is an elven child full of beauty and grace
Her hair is wild framing her
glowing pale face.
With her father don't bother
He won't let her out of his sight
All who go up against him
Have always lost the fight
And her brother isn't the same, he'd rather
Denounce his name to marry the human women
With whom he fell in love with, he writes poetry in which
He compares her to a dove; she is every thing to him
She is his whole world.
His forbidden love.
YOU ARE READING
My Secret Tears
Poetryits just a bunch of poems i wrote in high school, which i may add to over time
