Feeling What They May

Now my children,
I'm going to tell you a tale,
Of pain and suffering,
Where everyone fails.
There are no hero's;
No knights to save the day,
There is no more light,
To show you the way.
I'll tell you of a tale,
Now filled with blood;
Once was sweet;
I'll tell you of love.

This story begins,
One grand day,
With a boy and a girl,
Feeling what they may.
I would tell you,
Of the feelings they repress,
But these things you can't explain,
Nor put them to the test.
They were given,
A love anew,
One little chance
That they all ready blew.
Children in love,
An absurd little thing!
They shouldn't have done it,
For their hearts now sting.
Perhaps they should have,
Given up in the beginning,
For we all knew,
There would be no winning.
But they went on,
Not heeding a care,
Not listening,
To what we shared.

They were told,
They could not be,
They were too young,
They could not see.
This love of theirs,
Will tear them apart,
Leave them there,
To pick up their hearts.
But alas,
Things soon failed,
And they hid their hearts,
Behind a broken viel.
Things didn't go right,
As they had told them before,
They weren't right together,
They were now sure.

So the boy and girl,
Lonely and lost,
Left each other,
A a most precious cost.
Letting themselves go,
To poison and blade,
They disappeared,
Going where they bade.
But they soon found;
I must say I fear,
They couldn't live in life or death,
Without the other near.
Their souls soon linked,
Together as they may,
Boy and girl,
Feeling what they may.