By --- D

We gave up our freedom a long time ago

But maybe some of us had none at all

Regardless; we all have the same fate

Why couldn’t we escape it?

I long to have you for my own.

To say we are as lovers do

But it is Herr who whispers, “I think not!

It is all just a dream

He is loyal to me, for he is willing.

Would you tear his happiness from him?”

Those bitter words resonate in my head.

A strike from reality

I am a Montague amidst Capulets.

The only thorn in our perfect bush of roses

It is I who would die for those words:

“Ich liebe Dich”