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 

Author's Comments:
"Let me never fancy that I have zeal until my heart overflows with love to every human being." [HENRY MARTYN]