All alone in a park is where she is,
Thinking about her lover's spoken words
Rendering her almost speechless,
Discouraging a heart to give in...
The gentleman was once a friend
Never thought that being would confess
His adornment to a person like her
A being by no means acquainted with love...
The impoverished lass, deprived of all good:
Shed warm tears upon hearing
Words that created butterflies in her belly;
Shut her hazel-brown eyes tightly.
The gentleman perceived by looking,
His beloved lass was not speaking
Breaking his heart persistently
Bended on his knees gloomily.
The tragedy, now unfolded
That a kind gentleman, with all the goodness
Will never find love as strong as oak
To an impoverished lass, without anything at all.
The Gentleman, standing from bended knees
Stares affectionately to his beloved's eyes,
Tears beginning to swell up his eyes,
Bellows his love once more.
Disheartened by the circumstances,
The Gentleman embraced the poor lass
Into his gentle and assuring arms,
Utters that he'll wait, until the day comes.
In the arms where she rests,
The lass slowly calms down from crying
The Gentleman breaks his embrace,
Stands up, wears his hat and walks away.
The lass, opening her eyes slowly
With her tears almost blinding;
Sees the gentleman with difficulty
His figure was fading softly
The lass stunned on her spot
Finding her lover's figure was a-fading
For the last-minute, she shrieked
That she awes the kind gentleman.
The lass, weeped to her heart's content
All the earth, heeds to her crying
Unhappy for being such a hopeless being
Unable to give her love a right.
For the last-minute, the lass confessed
Her adornment to the kind gentleman
Though unsure if the confession is heard
The poor lass waits until the time comes.
author's notes: Thanks for reading, I made this poem on the last-minute. Comments and suggestions are welcomed. Thanks ^^