Love

It was in times of yore,

A part of folk Lore,

She was a maiden pretty as could be,

He was handsome one could see,

They met it was love at first sight,

Her beauty was like a blinding light,

She smiled at him, a smile so  Sweet,

He felt weak, his heart missed a beat, 

He knew he loved her,

He also knew he was a royal, She a commoner,

Their love was doomed from the start,

By their station in life they were torn apart,

They told each other, our life  we will end for sure,

Meet in a better place, where there is no rich or poor.

Saying so they lay down drinking the deadly brew.

And fell upon their faces the first drops of dew,

Lifeless they lay, till found by their kin.

Some shook their heads said, true love never will win.

It happened in times of yore,

It is part of folklore.

But one thing remains for sure,

 Even now Love fails, when it   is  between rich and poor.