Once,there was a story foretold
of two young lovers betrothed
another fairytale which sends a spark
through the skin straight to your heart
He was strong and brave
She was fair and naive
Strangers, from birth
While she was a fair maiden
knights bowed with respect
Theif, an outlaw he was called
quick with his pace,mind sharp as a thorn
Not long did they know each other
but thier souls recognised
As he gazed into those heavenly eyes
He had taken an arrow meant for her
When others gasped
he used his pace
To save the fair maiden
he didn't mind the pain
Those little droplets wet his cheek
he smiled and gazed deeply
"My fair maden! please don't weep
Cause i was meant to be a born theif
I am never apart
Cause thee possess my stolen heart"
