Tale of Woe
Their death day that came
far too soon
did freeze their love amidst full bloom
Never would angry words
ring out
no regrets brought about
Nothing to say sorry fors and
no hot tears shed behind
closed
doors
Nothing to regret..
Nothing to wish to forget..
Nothing hurt..
Nothing cursed..
Untouched, unviolated, preserved
the sickness of death doth cured
only simple, sweet, pure love
naïve and precious like a
newborn
dove
Two lives taken just as they started
no time for hearts to break
or
harden
A smart life lesson for us all
for we know not,
just when death will call
And loving fully and with all our best
means no matter what,
we'll find easy rest
just like Romeo and his
Juliet
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