| The arrow flys through the twisted night, Filling all with a sense of fright. They stand there, under cover of dark, Giving each other the special mark. Just before sunrize, they leave from there, Staying quiet with the up most care. Five years now, they hind their feelings, Never worrying about any other dealings. As they travel in the darkened light, They stay close till their out of sight. No one there will know they're gone, For they are as important as a little chess pawn. Although the piece may be useless, It is not all that moveless. Like the piece, they will reach the end, And make them self more useful then. They have learned the meaning of love, And over come all that came from above. As you live your life, Never let it be run by strife. We will talk again some day, Then we will go our way. The end |
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