he was a little boy reaching for manhood
she, little girl arching for womanhood
his was mixed tale of tears and hope
hers, a life upwards Life’s slope
two stories crossed, one scene, one act
pretty lass, scrawny lad lacking tact
him a sapling uprooted, replanted
her the rose everyone wanted
her heart was loud, but lips were mute
while he was lost in voiceless youth
tho’ Cupid’s bow a shot released
time wept for two lips deceased
a week, a month… wore out Time’s soles
a glance, a smile, two whispering souls
and still no telling word was risked
until away the lad was whisked
she grieved, he mourned but time heals all
… one decade plus, the lad stands tall
once little lass, now jeweled queen:
a wife serving her king’s whim
two stories crossed, same scene, same act
a bejeweled queen, fine man with tact
he an oak, deep-rooted. she wanted
but silver ring on a finger taunted
why does love steal our tongues?!
