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Jun 2015
young girl, pretty and sweet
waiting for love, her hope in deplete.

petty child, barely eighteen
spectacular emotion she had only seen

with only her parents, has any love last
not even one coming up from the past

young boy, nearly of age
almost a man working for wage

sick of his father, sick of his life
longs for a child, a family, a wife

try to leave as soon as he may
or sneak around to go right away

an unforeseen night, left all alone
until one another, felt one of their own

their beloved daughter had left
along the locket, her pocket she kept

how could she leave, they'd givenΒ Β her everything
worried horribly sick, unsearched they left nothing

their wretched son had finally gone
dead to them if not back before dawn

angry father searched all night
"I find him, he's dead, he'll regret it alright!"

the most unlikely, incredible set
completely inconceivable they had met

they bore the same faces
but come from two different places

the look of shame, drowse and wear
young these children, altogether unfair

love at first sight, some like to think
true, also quick, miss if you blink

a budding romance between these two
nothing could stop their love that grew

but unknown to them a plan devised
take back their child, devils disguise

disowned by father, his mother a traitor
thought he'd forget but had grown to hate her

that detestable boy his father thought
as he held to the cords he had just bought

"That selfish boy how could he go
I gave him food, a bed, a home!"

on the night of the ceremony wed
an intruder in their marriage bed

"I've found you now at last" he cried
before a gasp the boys throat was tied

"Don't hurt him!" his lover yelled out
Then everyone began to shout

"He won't live if he speaks again
You'll be fine, find some other men"

no empathy for this little girl
seeing her love taken from this world

she listened for the softest of words
so quiet, jagged and slurred

"Please my princess listen close
My time here is almost....

I have the key to your locket gold,
I kept it in my broken soul

you may not understand it now
but when I'm gone you'll see, somehow

Our love is a curious thing
I see you and my feelings sing

you're beautiful, I love you
and there's one thing more to share too.

Our love will never end
May this now let it begin

for you and I there's no surprise
no matter what... love never dies."

And with those words he took a breath
the breath she could not soon forget

she cried for days although she knew
that now their love could start anew

he would watch over her days
and she would find new ways to say

"My love, I love you, you're never gone
I know forever, our love lives on."

and with these words the locket opened
a heart now mended, no longer broken.
Some made up words.
Not sure how this happened, sorta darker than I was going for originally.
Julia Elise
Written by
Julia Elise  Sturgeon Bay
(Sturgeon Bay)   
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   --- and James Gomez
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