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A LOVER'S MIDNIGHT DEATH
"We are not better than each other, we are just different."
Two wonderful people, they fall in love They are certain, 'Tis love came from above, The maiden, princess, a rich man's daughter Her lover, one of her father's laborers
Their love intensifies as time goes by Can't tell anyone, they pine and sigh, What can they do? Questions their mind! Is this futility? Is love really blind?
Usually, they meet around the mid-night hours For that is when - others - sleep, devours, Going out the back door to meet her lover In the still of darkness, there stands her father
He yells and screams, this family you dishonored We are better than those who are our laborers, But I love him Daddy, he is a wonderful man Even laborers, are created by God's right hand
You will no longer go out side of these doors This man you shall not see anymore, With an aching heart in her room, she slits her wrists The lover's dreams, now only a memory's bliss..
by
sheriffgali
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"Let me never fancy that I have zeal until my heart
overflows with love to every human being." [HENRY MARTYN] |