True Love

A girl of a mere thirteen
A love so pure
And so clean
A woman that was his queen
A life together
They dreamed
A tragedy indeed
It has been
The love that
No one had seen
Forever so pure
And clean
Could never his queen be
For she and he
Loved too much
And too free
They let others
Intersect
They could never
Connect
Completely
And Thoroughly
They could
Never be free
To love and
Only love thee

© Susan Powlette 2-2010