A young heart's world - in a cage,
trapped in a tower, till the morrows age.
It breathes its tears, it tastes its rage,
kept in soft skin, woven of sage.
A fragile soul, heard not calls,
lives in dreams, paints the walls.
A longing grown in millions of years,
not to weep, but face the fears.
And so the heart embarks
on a journey that won't last.
A little moth, flying in oppose to fate,
the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. ...