With the need of one
He was left in despair:
For the one he had sought
Was not there.
He lay there coughing and coughing,
His life slipping away:
Only thinking of the one
Who was not there;
Cold chills rising
Sending him closer and closer to Death.
If no cure was found:
In this land he would no longer be found.
He waited and waited,
His heart getting filled with despair:
For the one he only wanted was not there.
The night sky turns black
Signaling his departure from this world;
When the rays of morn filled the sky
There was found a young lad,
Not breathing with nary a scratch.
For years he perplexed the doctors
Who examined this now deceased lad:
Searching for the cause of his departure from this land;
For many years they associated his the cough with his Death:
But soon it was found out that it was due to his lonely heart instead.