I had love on a soft spot
Played my Romeo from the other side
Every word said is an expression of love
As though the wind carried my voice
To the curtains of my beloved.
Our spring of love flowed gracefully
The world could attest. The love
Never seen or held
Weirdos we were in looks
In love we basked.
The booming of the goons
Rustling leaves at the feet of fighters
The fight was brought to us
Unprepared we slept
our men of war spent the night in wine
Ladies led them home.
The war was lost
Prisoners of war we became.
The once graceful flower field
Now lies dead as dirty feet walk it’s beauty away.
Daily I whisper to the winds
Praying to hear the voice of my lover.
A dame she became to the Victors
Kept behind mild curtains that secretes no emotion.
I hear Her wailings. My heartbeat can tell
Once we were made single. Divided we are now.
The barrels speak with high tension
As she walked past day by day.
My mouth has been kept shut
It’s now the secret pact to my livelihood.
I shall not live to watch her go.
Let my voice be heard from afar.
Oh! Gracious wind i plead
One more time I request
Let her hear my songs of love.
The ones we once sang under the oak tree.
That speaks of love in its best form.
The message was passed
As I saw her little legs run across to my duty post.
My body followed the lead.
Under the oak tree we did meet.
As the barrel did shout
The shooter took a good aim.
Am at peace. My heart is
My name was written on her lips.
In my arms she died. There was a smile.
A real one to celebrate our love.
I laid gently beside her cold body
Waiting for the sound. The second barrel.
It did come. It came and it was the final sound.
Curtains which once concealed our secrets were blown open.
As fate did change in a day.