Once upon a time,
There was a girl who lived in her prime,
She was pretty, smart, but weak
She was deep, pensieve...meek
Who looked at the world with rose colored perfection
And never bothered the world with her disconcerting observation.
One day love struck her so deep
Took her down a road she wanted to keep.
The road was hard, rocky, and difficult to walk
Along the way, she met people who talk
About their own experience in this profound emotion
And they had each learned with each sad and happy occassion.
Some were good saying they were glad to see the day
That love came their way.
Others were embittered, broken, and torn
Of the love they had lost and sworn
Never to love again because of the hurt
That love is painful to bear and nothing can take the place the love that is lost
And nothing can ever be the same when it is when what it concerns the heart the most.
Others told her sometimes that love is refreshed when the rain fills up the cup,
When tragedy strikes but the sun shines, dries, and warms it up.
As she went on down the path of this strange emotion,
She met someone worthwhile, someone to share her life and love decisions,
And she found out that what others were saying about love was true, both good and bad.
Her heart grew weak and strong, made her feel warm but other times mad.
They went down the road together, but the path sliced into two....
One was wanted to go to the left, the girl wanted the right....
She paused, holding his hand so tight.
Looked deep into his eyes and hoping that the decision they make would be together,
But he looked hesistant, unsure, hoping for another.
The rose colored glasses were shattered.
As the pieces of her heart were torn and scattered.
He let her hand go and he went on his way.
She stayed at the fork, pausing for the day.
She looked down the path of loneliness, dark and forlorn
All muddy and withered, and she felt worn.
She didn't want to go down this path alone
Hesistant and unsure herself, hoping for the love that was gone
Wistfully thinking it will return.....
Should I continue down this road?
Should I turn back?
Should I follow his path?
..............what will the girl with the rose-colored glasses do?
