blood and rain

Once upon a time a boy stood on a field,
He braved the elements as he held up his shield,
When blood was mixed with rain, he saw the tears she cried,
A source of inner strength let him become her knight.

Regardless of his fate or illness he might get
He just kept standing there, his clothes were soaking wet,
Determined to protect he did not feel the cold,
No one had thought that he could make a move so bold.

On the way back to the house his thoughts were running wild,
He felt so proud and strong, but he was just a child,
He thought he had defied the cold rain from above,
Much too late he found out he had been fuelled by love.

Afterwards she forgot the boy's heroic deed,
She did not recognize the strength his love had freed,
An adult once remarked his nerves were very strong,
But weakness had been running deep and hidden all along.

Their paths divided soon, he saw her seldomly,
And every time they met his heart jumped suddenly,
He never did confess what secretly he felt,
The coward yielded to the fear he'd be repelled.

All throughout his life the boy stood on this field,
He faced his fear too late, thus he kept up his shield,
Since that momentous day, when blood was mixed with rain,
Whenever he thinks back he relives all the pain.

Then, after many years, he'll spot her in a crowd,
He'll wait outside the door, the concert will be loud,
He will know that this chance might be his only one,
She will refuse, at last, and be forever gone.


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