Meant to Be

Down in the banks of the river,
Under a willow tree
Lies the red haired figure
Of all light to me.
I let her live because I love her
Live because I care.
She refuses to believe this,
But deep inside she knows I care.
She doesn't want to know this,
But in her heart, I am there.
I love her.
She loves me,
Why can't she see
That we were meant to be?


I actually wrote a POEM! Scary... I need to see a doctor... I'll let YOU decide who the people are. ^_^ V peace, people!