This is a story of a boy knew a girl
His eyes glitter to the sight of her
He'd always hope for something better
For thier friendship growing stronger
Perhaps it was to early to tell
that thier friendship will last without farewell
or maybe it would take a turn
and find love and maybe they'll learn
Alas, One finds love, but only one did
or did the other one find it?
But the fact is, the boy is falling
So deep that he didnt even see
That he loved her so much that it hurts
When he choose between love and frendship its hard
It will surely take a toll on his heart
He got stuck in the middle, its sad
And found no reason to be glad
But the boy is cautious
He has been through a lot
He has been, torn, broken and brought to distraught
He is too scard of being lonely again
And so he fails to begin
Though this poem might not rhyme
Though it may not mean a thing
To you it may not, but to him it is something
This boy who is falling in love with a Queen, who cannot be reached
For he is only a frend, a peasant to the eyes of the rich