Fair skin, luscious lips and eyes that screamed lustre
An embodiment of beauty she had been since sixteen
The kind that caused even goddesses of beauty to fluster
My Elizabeth was by far the prettiest the sun had ever seen
Except she wasn't my Elizabeth, she belonged to another
And I was nothing more than a mere shoulder to cry on
Said she loved me but no more than a friend and brother
Still I was at her beck and call; the man she could rely on
I would gladly kill and lay down my life for her sake
For her, I'd walk on hot coals with both my feet bare
The thought of her in the arms of another made my heart ache
But when she smiled at me, it's as though I was without a care
How I longed for the day I'd make the woman my wife
I wanted nothing more than to give her my last name
But some people can only dwell in our hearts, not in our lives
With no regrets, I knifed her and to myself, I'll do the same
What is life, knowing that I could never call her mine?
What is life without the love of my dearest Elizabeth?
I'll die happy now that she no longer belongs to that swine
We couldn't be together in this life, perhaps we shall be in death
~Sophia
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