Water Fountain

She told me she loved me by the water fountain.
It’s where we met.
Where we dreamt,where our home was.

And where we slept.
She told me she loved me more than him.
Her voice sounding sad and grim.

It’s been a good while since I saw her face.
The way she moves in ellegance and grace.
But she is now with another.

That’s approved by her father.
It’s getting quite late outside.
And he was in a hurry to touch.

She says she loves him.
And that he cares much.
Now he’s grabbing her hips and pulling her in.

Embracing her lips,her waist feeling thin.
I can see the sadness on her face.
As she cries into her pillow at night.

When she tells me her fears,I can’t help but feel fright.
She couldn’t be alone during nighttime.
It made her feel alone.

And the comfort of her quiet home.
Alas,she was too young at the time.
It hurt to see her sad,almost like a crime.

When she said she loves me, I felt her shine.
I should have built a home with a fountain for us and make her mine.
Alas,we were too young to understand.

Crying at night,near her nightstand.
If she ever comes back,I’ll treat her well.
We will be back to when we first met.

When I could see the sparkle in her eyes.
Falling into the fountain,her hair wet.
Now I’m grabbing her hips and pulling her in.

I’ll kiss her like never before.
And I won’t leave her alone at night no more.
I should have built a home with a fountain for us.

When she said those words so sweet.
I remember the day we first met.
When we were just kids.

We were too young to understand.
I’ll stand by her side at night.
No longer crying near her nightstand.

I’ll always remember the fountain we met.
As we watch a falling, colorful sunset.