Meant to be...tragic

He was forbidden,
but she didn't care,
she ran to his arms,
wanting so much to stay there.

Thinking he knew what was best,
he tricked her, and left,
hoping she'd return home,
to a world he could never go.

nine months traveled by,
him watching her when he could,
unknown to her own watchful eye.
She waited for him; but he never came.

One clear blue night,
when the stars shone bright,
a lone figure walked the streets,
a tight bundle held close.

Frightened, but sure of her mission,
she walked tall and strong
to deliver the bundle safely,
and the note she wrote with such love.

I wish I could keep him
, but it is impossible.
You are the only one
I trust with my child.

I could not otherwise bear to part
if he'd gone to another,
Raise him strong, like his father,
and always tell him our story.

So the man raised the boy
as his own, from a babe,
into a strong lad, age of ten,
with keen smarts and strong arm,

the man was so proud of his son,
that was sure,
he only wished the boy's mother
could see their son growing so strong....

Then one day, yet again,
a lone figure delivered,
a message, not written,
but spoken with fear.

Fear of death, not by him,
but for her: she was sick.
So he came, with the boy,
to her bedside and wept.

She would die in his arms
, held close to his heart,
her weak hand on her son's face,
a family reunited at last.

just before her eyes closed,
she heard his soft whisper:
I love you, he said.
Her smile frozen in time.