A Love Story

A Love Story

as remembered by glenmore bacarro
061404

In a place I visited,

I met a guy I loved so well.

He came and showed his love for me.

But now he’s gone and set me free.

A girl sat on his knee,

He told her things he never told me.

I ran home and cried on my bed.

Not even a word to my mother uttered.

My father came home late that night.

He searched for me left to right.

He went upstairs to break my door,

And found me hanging on a rope.

He took a knife and brought me down.

And on my pocket a note he found.

Dig a grave dig it deep,

Marble stones from head to feet,

And on top place a dove,

To show the world

I died for love.

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note: This poem is not my original. i have read it sometime way back when i was still in HighSchool. The poem above as I have written it as what as I have remembered.