Up top that hill, lies a girl.
A girl in a tower.
she is as pure and sweet as the first blooming
SPRING FLOWER.
Down below right there,
there is a man.
His beauty can surpass summers
FIRST SUNSET.
stories of this girl begin to drift down to him
right there.
Intrigue compels him
tell him
that she must belong to his, hand.
The girl, He heart young and dumb
blind cold anlone locked away in her tower.
Unaware of love's sheer rath and power.
for it has the ability to produce, consume
and DESTROY.
He reaches her tower
his mind think not of love,
opens her door.
there eyes meet. His mind can not compute
wat his eyes see.
She is gone with him from the time the door opens.
She can not argue with love.
time passes, his "awe" surpasses.
the light blackens, her purity disolves.
his world revolves around, his surroundings.
and she is expelled from his heart.
and once again, her heart is lying up top that hill.
And he is down,
right down there.
--2k11 Jan,9