Despair and regret mark his wound,
For they are vulnerabilities untold,
No longer in synch and tuned,
He's a lover on his own.
His depart wasn't a choice, but a rule,
A forced decision, an order, a demand,
The outcome was cold and cruel,
But you've got to play the cards at hand.
A single phone call
Changes everybody's views.
The price isn't small,
And neither is the news.
If he had a lot to live for,
Then great would be his fall.
But with absolutely nothing,
Why live at all?
He marches to the only ones,
With enough power to dethrone and slay,
What's said is said, what's done is done,
This has to be the only way.
Yet on the other side of confusion and pain,
Lies misunderstanding and prayer,
She would not want him to do this in vain,
She needs him like she needs air.
She cries about him at night,
Whispering his name through tears,
Wondering what she didn't do right,
Trying to ignore all her fears.
But he continues to the light,
That will soon end his breath,
It's a one-sided fight,
That ends with sudden death.
She hears about his pain,
And flees to his side,
Through sunshine and rain,
She has nothing to hide.
The two halves of a whole,
Finally together at last,
Each embedded in each other's soul,
Time passing too fast.
For the lion and the lamb have crossed paths once more,
And now everybody knows,
Bella has found her Edward,
And as the ancient saying goes,
For never was a story of
more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.