A Young Love Story
Written on Monday, January 5th 2015
The old man at the playground gave a smile
Could tell he was drunk, breath so vile
The little boy nearby wondered what to do
Approaching him, planning no undo
He then told me his beloved fairytale
"I'm going to tell you one about a kingdom
Hope you little prince won't fall into boredom."
He then opened his old, worn story book
Yet still so colorful it put him on the hook
He read in his voice full with wisdom
"Once upon a time, a Prince fell in love
With a woman whom he would give anything expensive
But then he heard that she was married
The matter terribly made him worried
For her was his only reason to live"
"What happened next to the Prince?
Asked the little boy with his curious face
The old man did nothing but smiled
So long that he made the boy glared
Wanting to hear more whatever the price
Then the old man finally continued
"The Prince fell sick as seasons changed
He told his trusted, that his love remained the same
Still burning his heart like a flame;
Until his friend shared wisdom, hoping his eyes be opened."
"Love is not about possession
For it will only drive you into obsession
For it lives and grows like a tender flower
Taking her from the soil also means killing her
So let her be, none other than in marriage unison!"
The man stopped and closed the book of his
in the middle, rested a flower Edelweiss
"True love yearns to remain for all eternity
You must remember this until you claim maturity."
Said the man for the last time; leaving the boy with bright, lively iris.