The Question, Unanswered

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Me and my boo, together today.
Me and my baby, sharing a parfait.
Soon a question must be asked, 
But it's a very daunting task...

Will she like it, will she agree?
When I finally bend down on one knee? 
I shiver in anticipation, 
My heartbeat must be heard across the nation...

Quietly I whisper in her ear,
"I have a question, can you come here?"
She nods her head with a smile.
I love her so all the while.

I lead her out away from the crowd,
Her answer could be very loud...
Will she laugh, will she cry?
Will she say no before telling me goodbye?

We are alone now, the sun is setting.
My hope, my love is what she'll be getting.
She looks out across the sea,
And then she smiles back at me.

But then, a figure comes into view.
A dark shadow appears out of the blue.
I catch a glimpse of a sword, glistening with red.
I look at my baby, I look at her dead.

Her face is in pain, her eyes glazed over.
I have no words, I simply hover.
Slowly, I bend over her body.
The blood on her shirt has become blotchy. 

Slowly, a tear falls down my face.
Out future is forgotten, a disgrace.
Now, I will never again see her smile.
Never watch her come down the isle.

I scream until I feel a pain in my head,
As my tears mix with the growing puddle of red.
I look up to her attacker,
But they disappeared after the slaughter.

I hug her corpse, a chilly embrace.
Then sirens come all over the place.
Me and my boo, together today.
Me and my baby, who was taken away.

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