To Never Die

Two rowdy young spirits, both madly in love,

an angry cloud hovering over their heads

the sun beating its heavy rays, fortunate warmth

though both sides of the conflict, wanting each dead.

Hand in each hand, battle after battle,

losing and winning, there's no match for the other,

although they are weakened, with each one they recover.

So therefore the lovers are to never die,

never grow, they will lean on eachother.

To live on forever,

is it so hard?  It's all so simple.

To never die is the answer to think of.

Let them kiss under the moonlight

and hide their love dur' the day,

though if they are found, it will bring up awful a fray.

Crossing stars bore down to their core,

don't yell out their secret, for they'll be, forevermore.

Reviews

[Elizabeth Thief]

Nice poem!!!