Maria+Capetta+TCT

__ The Daughter’s Tale __ There once was a girl of porcelain skin Who seemed in life never able to win. Destined for a life of heartbreak and pain She only fell for boys who liked to play games With her young heart, innocent and exposed, Left to be hurt she was predisposed By a boy with evil dark secrets Who roomed the night lonely and sleepless Like the lost phantom of the deep cold night.

Innocent and pure like a babe new born, Her eyes were blue like the clear morning sky Her lips red like the robins that fly. Soft and brown the lass had hair of pure gold That shorn like the sun so bright and bold. In her young life one parent did reside But alone she felt with no one by her side For fighting and sorrow left her all alone So into the arms of a boy she’d flown. The boy had fair yellow hair like gold straw And in her blind eyes she beheld no flaws For he could do no wrong even to a fly Only for her affections did he vie.

A woman’s jealousy of the youth The daughter unaware of the sad truth That women covet what the young posses And with silent whispers do not confess Their longing hearts do so wish To take the youth in holy lovers kiss And to own what is not theirs to take hold Jealous of the love that escapes the old Spent in old age, long lost from love A youthful babe bloomed from a small bud.

The fair young gentleman fell in love quick The fair young gentleman felt madness stick The fair young gentleman never knew such grace The fair young gentleman never gave chase To a girl so fair as sweet pretty Marie The fair young gentleman loved Chérie. Or so he thought and convinced he became Of no other lady could he claim But the fair young lady was silent, alone Never to receive a simple bone To pick with her for her silence Lead him to believe her life was private. To give up the chase, but he refused To allow some words to be confused And to end the secret relationship That had taught him so much crucial patience. He waited day and night just for her heart That masterpiece he considered as art. He loved her smile, her laugh and her eyes He wanted to be there to hear her cries For help for love, for warm, for safety The kind that is craved by every lady. The boy asked, ‘How do you win a wife? The one I want would rather lay down her life Than to lay down beside me at night She takes off like a bird set in flight.’

Her mother jealous of the doting youth Set up a charity kissing booth To trick the young man to give her love He had saved from Aphrodite above. Mother craved the heart racing feeling One only gets by winning and stealing A feeling lost and since forgotten Down to her soul she was purely rotten. So the fair young gateman and the girl Found the booth and decided to give it a whirl. Now the young lass was very smart indeed And realized that kisses are never for free For any love there is a small price Whether coin or secret will suffice To pay the toll and sail over the sea The ferryman requires a small fee.

The fair young gentleman laughed and sat down Awaiting a kiss to transform his frown. The girl sensing the treachery afoot On his own lips her finger she did put To prevent his speech as she took his place And awaited the surprised looking face It shocked her to see her mother’s face So she grabbed a hand of brown yellow dirt paste She shoved the soot high up into her nose. The mother composed long lines of prose A series of sneezes, huffs, puffs and gasps Escaped from the woman’s constant rasps. The fair young gentleman took hold the youth And in shock spun her away from the booth Grabbing her arm and pulling her in close The two laughed, unable to even move toes As the fair lass finally kissed the boy And the mother was left like a child’s toy Forever alone, with a dirty mouth With a heart that sunk was down into deep south While her daughter could learn to love freely The boy got who he wanted ideally. The two could be free to love as they chose Allowing no intervention of foes Especially not of jealous women Who covet the lives of their own children.