alone in what they called their home.
Loved ones gather around,
even some from a far away town.
They all weep as they wonder why,
does this young man have to die.
He was so perfect one had said,
he is to handsome to be dead.
His name rung through the halls,
as each head hung in their calls.
His beloved walks so near,
as she calls his name in fear.
She whispers so softly only he couild hear,
as she sais "I love you" in his ear.
She turned quickly and walked away,
she will never forget this day.
A life taken they say is one made,
but after today what difference does it make?