She liked to feel the ground beneath
And loved the sound of humans' heartbeats.
It made her dance through its rhythmic waves,
And gave her chills throughout the days.
She longed to come face to face with one of them,
Though birth had set aside a rule,
To separate these beings when,
Acquainted at any time or place,
To turn away the face.
If one should ignore this plea,
They will be separated by sea.
Though she does not care for this decree,
She has already seen a human being;
Whom she cares for dearly.
He does not know that she exists,
But seems to be curious to find "new life."
Her hopes are raised as she sees his face.
His eyes are wandering everywhere.
She quickly fixes her pink satin lace,
Swiftly around her torso.
Her steps are quiet and cautious,
As she walks toward him slow.
A lonesome branch along the floor,
Makes noise be-fore,
Her eyes widen at this pause,
As He lifts his head to gaze abroad.
He looks into her deep brown eyes,
And sudden fright caused a cry.
She knew it was too good to be true,
For she knew she broke the rule.
He was gone within a flash,
And never glanced back.
It was never meant to be,
A Centaur and He.