Sitting upon the shore of an ocean faraway.
A maiden awaits her lover's return from a stray.
Summer's breeze runs it's fingers through her hair
And Sun's rays wash her skin with naught a glare.
Upon this day of love, she wishes to be with her lover.
But as Fate has it, she will not be with another.
As she sits upon the shore, her lover walks amongst the rocks.
Looking for a rare flower for a rare girl, he mocks:
"Oh, I love you more than anything else in the world."
But unknowest to him, around his leg a vine had curled.
And being upon a cliff high above the rocks below,
The wind was high and a gentle nudge was bestowed.
As the maiden sits upon the shore, patiently waiting for his return,
She hears a faint sound on the breeze, which set her blood to burn.
'Twas the sound of her lover falling, and then being dashed to death.
Her heart stops, and a tear falls, as she tries to catch her breath.
With slippered feet, she runs to where he has fallen.
She walked as close as she can and then sets forth by crawling.
Clutched in bloodied hands are the flowers the lover had sought.
With tears in her eyes, the maiden disdains that which could have been bought.
Her lover gone, on this day of Love, the maiden is despaired.
Up the cliff she goes, to get her torn heart repaired.
Looking down upon the girl, the breeze intended only to answer her wish.
With a gentle push, off goes the girl to dance with the fish.
So on this day of Love, don't mock that which others hold dear.
Could you walk amongst the rocks of a cliff, without fear.
Only to please the one you you hold near?