A Divided Bond of Love

Each day she looked.
At him passing by.
Wholly unaware that,
He looked on the sly.

She counted the hours,
To see his brown face.
Braiding her hair,
Arranging the lace
.....

Wild flowers in hand,
He came one day.
She stood so nervous,
As he tried to say.

She hoped to hear,
What she dreamt all along.
He gave her the flowers,
And sang her a song.

The words were sweet, honest and new.
Her stomach lurched.
It was love and they knew.

They sat together,
Alone in twilight.
Darkness a companion.
Stars in sight.

Then....

Not far they heard,
A growing murmur.
Thumping feet and,
Flames coming nearer.

Before they knew it,
They were caught in the fire.
A line of divide-The lower and higher.

Soon after they were forgotten,
And the world trudged along.
Lines of divide seeming,
Ever so strong.

And, once again,
They were caught in the fire.
A fresh bond of love,
An untimely pyre...