It was on a day much like today but turned cold and Dark.
A women lay on unhallowed ground, lamenting her lover's Death.
She is crying over his body, a vestige of his Soul.
The man and the woman were madly in Love
and despite their best efforts, this was no Secret.
They knew that what they had was magical and Special.
To speak of such would make it no longer... Special.
To speak of it would turn their world Dark.
You see, their world was built with bricks for Secrets
and Lies for cement. One brick fell and brought Death.
But what does Love
cause other than the loss of a Soul?
The loss of a soul
always bringing a special
lesson, a lesson of Love
and always bringing a Dark
tale laced with death
often brought on by Secrets
And so it was, that their world was crushed by their Secrets
and her, now lamenting over the loss of his Soul
wishing it was her Death.
That's how you know that they were Special.
So on this day turned cold and Dark
we see a story of true Love.
Love
itself is a secret.
When the world seems so dark
a soul
brings some light and makes you feel special
but as I said this story does not end with happiness but rather death.
Even with his death
the love
will live on and become even more special
and that is the secret.
A connection so strong they are bound by their souls.
In time she will realize this, but for now her world is dark
the secret
is out, The soul
was lost and her love was gone.
