The Story

I loved a little, lonely girl,
With hair of bushy auburn curls,
I loved her with my healthy heart,
Doomed to shatter all apart.

This little girl, upon first sight,
Out shined the sun to make it night,
Waited anxious during class,
To hear the name to which she matched.

Once softly heard her name was burned,
Into a heart which sorely yearned,
To whisper sweetly, taste the sound,
Of the name which had it bound.

For many years that boy did chase,
To be replaced and be replaced,
Held her drunken, crying, lonely,
Cared for her, his none and only.

The years had passed the window open,
A feel, a spark, a dream awoken,
A chase impulsive, one last chance,
For the hopeless to find true romance.

A smile fixed upon his lips,
The poet met hers for a kiss,
Not yet knowing of the lie,
His lovely damsel in disguise.

Deceitful kisses oh so bliss,
Masked the thorns the roses hid,
Their cuts so subtle, never noticed,
Beneath the love on which he focused.

Ever hopeless the romantic,
Made a gesture so pedantic,
Left a poem on her wall,
And found there proof that ruined all.

The girl he loved possessed two faces,
And monsters don't win many races,
So happy birthday to the Poet,
Who should have seen, who should have known it.

And with the star gone from his world,
The fallen Knight forgot the girl,
Sealed away the memories,
Lest fester unhealed misery.