She leaned out of the balcony,
The ivy seemed to whisper into her bohemian soul,
He whistled from the street below,
And her love turned into endless sorrow..
The moonlight lit up her pretty brown eyes,
They had pools of tears in them otherwise,
If only she knew the beauty they held in them,
She would not have been a thorny rose without a stem….
Her love was richer than any earthly gem,
It existed in her soul’s realm…..