He loved her,
he loved her so.
I can tell by the way he walked,
the way he talked,
the way he said her name.
And how I wish, things could just stay the same.
Each night he would tell me,
how he hoped his mother would just see.
He longed for her at night,
hoping she might.
I prayed for their sake,
the bright future, no one could take.
And as each day passes on by,
they would talk about the future, making up lies.
I never want to see the day,
when miles apart, they lay.
I hope their passion of which I admire,
would burn through the enemies desire.
But what would I know,
about love signs?
I am just a feline.
Mouschi,
they call me,
but I really do see.
Inspired by the Diary of Anne Frank. Written for a English assessment task for our Holocaust unit.
