lovers

I
Once upon a time, under a chilling moon
on a dark, chilling night, on the back streets of town
'twas quiet late night, that you couldn't hear a sound
two hearts of one song finally played in one tune
two children of art fin'lly professed to their love
witnessed by silence and trees and the moon above
they grew in love and their love grew much more stronger
that a people grew jealous and brought forth danger
though their love was young, they fought hard and loved harder
that a people whom against them could not sunder
they lived with a thought , and a thought like no other
that to live to love and be loved by each other
and thus another story of great love was born
a great portrait of love that can never be torn
II
she was a goddess with dignity and beauty
he was a sinner, an artist and a rebel
she knew how to smile and to love in all levels
he, a torn vessel, a loner, he was crazy
she taught him how to smile, and again, how to love
he opened up his heart, and rejoiced in all he have
she opened his eyes and made him see better
he gave her all his all and loved her much sweeter
she saw him defenseless and touched him much deeper
he felt her so dearly, he built his world 'round her
she gave him her all and that made him much greater
he was nothing, as he gave her all he could muster
she was all to him, his world she adorns
he loves her immensely, above all the norms

-Orville “chubby” Basas