Chapter 1 : Début
Will history just bury this mem'ry away,
Of the days when his feelings were at bay?
Them growing to be more evident, but alas,
Its end has come for the choices today,
No matter, I will have to pass this tale,
The wasted moments, the wasted ale,
To those who wish to seek and hear,
About the man who's none but fail,
Though this may seem utterly the same,
As the other stories that have grown fame,
I tell you now, know that it ain't,
That this story be, sweet Agape's game,
The story starts with the boy in-love,
With the woman that seems to come from above,
A blessing from the heavens, he always thought,
Her beauty as pure as the whites of a dove,
He saw her as perfection, the beauty in her face,
Her elegance and her poise, all filled with grace,
And he stood there staring at his love-struck friend,
His heart beat faster at the start of the race,
The boy knew not, at once, blinded by loyalty to his friend,
Why listen to emotions that have nothing but an end?
His feelings were confusing, and she was not his,
But rather, she was the guy's, he calls best-friend,
Though it may be interesting to tell of their break,
This story is not mine to pronounce and to fake,
But what's important is they've broken up,
And the young boy now has a decision to take,
Years have gone, beneath the shadow of his friend,
Nothing but a follower to his every trend,
But a shimmering light has brought forth illumination,
Upon the gullibly child's chains that he will rend,
But alas, just as time has given him the choice,
He had no words, no guts, no voice,
And time has passed for him to go,
And the feelings were gone from the naïve boy.