This is the story of a girl;

who love a boy so dearly

that every night

when she went to sleep,

she cried.

The only thing she ever

asked, or wanted, or needed,

was for him to love her back.

It's true he cared for her deeply,

but when it came to love

he tried, but then did the best he could;

he lied.

And when she died one morning in September,

her face, it held a smile;

telling of a life that couldn't have been happier.

And when he died the evening after

his face too, held a smile

and his love was no longer something of a lie.