Taken
She is beautiful. Sitting in her chair
While the winter's wind blows her hair
As if caressing a small child's head
How I've loved to call her my own
But for the sake of love the Great Goddess
Frowns upon me
For she belongs to another
I shall always want what I cannot have
And shall always have what I do not want
Has lady luck turned her back on me
Just as she did for Juliet and Romeo
Am I to wander the dark realms of my mind
Never to hold her in my arms
Never to feel the softness of her touch
Am I to be alone
Only to feel the cold
Icy touch of he whom I'm betrothed
Is it possible to disappear into the night
With nothing but the clothes on my back
And this pen and paper
Tis rightfully so
So goodbye my bright star
For I am no more
And none shall speak my name
My name will only be the soft petal of a rose
That ever so touches her lips
For I am dead and thus no more