• And amongst all these cruel feelings,

    like hate and misery,

    it felt the start of love.

    Amongst the poverty and temporary greed,

    things were just getting worse.

    Amongst the solitude and utter dispair,

    it was miserable.



    Speaking in a tongue so sorrowful and sweet,

    they spoke of things forbidden,

    and things they should not think.

    Proclamations of love on her lips,

    they knew it wouldn't be enough

    after it ends.

    Hushed tones turned into song,

    verses of melancholy,

    a chorus of tragedy.

    And as the melody died down,

    and turned into a slow beat,

    she whispered something in his ear,

    a language in which he could not understand.

    You don't love me, she said,

    but it just might be the beginning of it.

    No hints could pass that she had really, truly fallen,

    nothing would make him understand,

    but,

    she supposed,

    it was the thought that counts.