It was a late Friday night




That he saw her for the first time.



The rest of the world disappeared,



And for once everything felt right.




She danced, she flew, across the floor,


And she moved like a panther.



She was wind through listening trees



And in rapture, he waited for more.




Around her neck, she wore a gold chain.


Laced on it, a lock with no key



He believed he could love her forever


And protect her from any pain.




Up in the sky, the stars shone so bright


And winked down at the two on Earth


Two people who had found one another


Could someone’s heart truly feel this light?



Yet their love was a forbidden dream,


Like Shakespeare’s star crossed lovers.


She loved him, but could never be his


For another claimed her, ruling supreme.



A glance, a word, a broken heart, a tear


A glass figure of happiness crushed.



The harsh touch of reality snapped him back


And he prepared to disappear.




The rain from above was like a mourner,


Making his walk home like a death march.


And as the howling wind struck a forlorn note,

He ground his heel into the rose on the corner.


Hope, Heaven, happiness, he was lost of,


And with one last mournful glance back, he said,

“Thank you for curing me of my



Ridiculous obsession with love.”