• The moon glared down in envy,
    For it saw you kissing only me.
    The sound of my name
    Was the spark that started this flame.
    A flame that rebelled into jealousy,
    All over whether it was right for you to be with me.

    The stars were also to blame,
    For they lit up the sky of our game.
    Our fates had been written and intertwined.
    All that was left was time.
    Yet the world cursed our love.
    And shot us down as a hopeless dove.

    My hand fit rightly into yours,
    For we knew it was these flames we would endure.
    We had become the epitome of perfection in a teenage lover form.
    But there were those who saw us and began to mourn.
    The hateful daggers were shot from their eyes,
    And we learned to ignore their hateful cries.

    If I was to be burned for my love for you,
    Then let it be. There is nothing I could do.
    To be a martyr in my true love's name,
    Would be an end to this silly game.
    The moon could be happy as it was before.
    And the world could deny that I was ever yours.

    But the gods giggled, and the stars still shined.
    For, behold, they knew you were mine.
    Let all their eyes turn green and glare towards me.
    So be it, I can hear my destiny calling.
    It softly screams to my ears your name.
    For you are the reason that into this world I ever came.