All's Fair In Love... And Death??

They met in the park & in his bed,
A tale of how it all began,
A forbidden love, no scope to wed,
To the fire, from the frying pan.

She broke news of her folly,
Her father's brow furrowed,
Her doors barred and she wept,
Her face in her hands, burrowed.

He pined for her, she for him,
As she made one last call,
They agreed, A final meeting,
They decided to take the fall.

At the edge, they took a stand,
Eager as ever, his eyes shone,
She casually brushed off his hand,
And told him to go alone,

And he stood, as still as turned to stone,
His body rigid and stiff,
The light from her eyes, gone,
And she pushed him off the cliff.

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