A GIRL

Yesterday her black hair flew with the wind
Her beauty he could not have just ignored
But her love he could not possibly win
He fears his heart could be sliced by a sword

Today he looks and could almost go blind
Her beauty improves it's never the same
Yet inside her soul is forever kind
He feels that this could all be just a game

Tomorrow she'll be yet more beautiful
Oh how he wishes that she could be his wife
But for her love he is not suitable
So in the end he'll have to end his life

For her love is so great he'll never gain
And in the end he could not find the pain