Chapter 1
Free
He loves her, he loves her not.
Another dove has just been caught.
Its wings strapped down so it can't fly.
It looks helplessly to the sky.
A ruined flower in deep despair.
In which young love can only compare.
A girl the dove, the boy the tormentor.
Her heart beets faster, faster.
She's his pet and he's the master.
No love can cure the broken heart.
Now it's too late to try to soothe the pain and he's left alone in shame.
He loves her so dearly now, but he can't see.
That if he truly loved her he'd set her free.
I hope he thinks as he sits beneath the willow tree…