The astounding eyes of Rita

It was long ago I read about you
Your ghost that haunts 
The souls of letters
And the bluest blue of ink
The hearts of brave men
And the imaginations
A lady in veil once told
To her little princess child
The story of a temple
And a sweet memory
Lying in your eyes"
‘The astounding eyes of Rita
Never did a man escape’
She told, quite saddened
She’d heard it from a mother
You were too young
But never too young to be loved
Never too young to be killed
Killed with the loathing of humans
Long time ago they stole you
All innocent and frightened
You held the hand of a writer
You melted the hatred into gold
And buried it under ground
What changed then?
The way your eyes blinked
It's all the same
But where you stood?
And against who ?
It changed
Love died
And you grew
Enough to point the gun
Right to his chest
Where you once rested your head
Where you had long rested
And your eyes
They meant to steal
What was so precious to reveal
And the sound of their dirty boots
Shook the grounds and what lies beneath
Taking you far, so far away
Behind the walls of conflict
Oh Rita …
If only you fought 
Now you remain 
Today and forever
A muted shout
Behind the doors of poetry
The seas of longing and beauty.

Author's Note

An innocent love story that war and hatred turned into ashes.
Enjoy the music I got the title from :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R3jQdZQAtaY

Reviews

[J. K. Beach]

This is such a beautiful story/poem! It still amazes me that you learned two languages before you learned the one in which these words are written! Oh, I can see a word left out here or there, an awkwardness there, but I hesitate to begin messing with anything so moving--so delicate! I'm glad to see more of your work uploaded now. I look forward to reading them all. Excellent job!

[Mélania Woolf]

Ow thank you for the sweet words! You are welcome to mess with anything haha I'd love some professional advice after all I'm only a beginner ! Thanks again !

[J. K. Beach]

We're all amateurs one way or another--some just more practiced at it than others.

I'm still not sure I'd want to start dancing around in other gardens/poems so fresh. On one hand, I want you to be able to say precisely what you want to say so that everyone can understand your beautiful thoughts, but I worry my two left feet might step on something and shift what is vital in your words.

Maybe we can try one and see how it goes. I guess that's why we have that little thing called "save as... " I'm only talking little clarifications anyway. Do you have a particular one in mind?

[Mélania Woolf]

I really don't know . The thing is, because I wrote them, they seem clear in my head and I have no idea how to make others understand ... Maybe you could help me up by saying which parts appeared blurry to you ? I'll be truly thankful if you do

[Frieda P]

Hauntingly good.... Kind of sent a shivers up and down my spine...sad and enchanting read. Kudos! Love the last two lines...

[Mélania Woolf]

It is a true story of two lovers separated because of a war that never ended ... A story we still hear coming from the corners of arabic literature ... Thank you for reviewing! I'm so glad it won your appreciation .

[Frieda P]

I love it even more now knowing the history of it, the music is enthralling too...

[Mélania Woolf]

oh good to know! :))

[Frieda P]

Muchly enjoyed :)