This is for The Black Rose
Like Romeo and Juliet,
Theirs is a window of love,
Which has been torn asunder
By hands which cause only
Pain, suffering and depression.
The Stories are similar;
The window in which I see
Her is similar.
A different window for
A different era, in the end
The stories are the same;
Hopefully it won't end with pain.
We are separated by oceans,
But in the oceans are islands
And with land we can build
Bridges to each other heart.
"If I trip on the way, I pick myself up;
if I come to a wall, I climb to the top;
all obstacles I'll surpass,
just to reach your heart."
