A Vow of Woe

There are some tales of miserable woes, That end with a slap and start with a rose; And so it happened, once upon a time, When the clock still used to chime; They had met in the majestic garden, The boy unmarried, and the girl maiden; It was like something blissfully unreal, With a rose redder than blood, he'd kneel; And she would blush, and her cheeks reddened, And they inched closer every second; And it was until her father called, they had to part, Each with a little more than a heavy heart; But they decided to meet again, at the same place, And be happy with each other in a thousand ways; And then the day came, she called him to meet her dad, Whence she was 21 and so was the lad; But the father refused, and spat a no, And they plunged into a hideous woe; But they still didn't give up on each other's dreams, And vowed to live like times when they were teens; And they left their houses, once and for all, To make large out of something small; They sailed across the oceans, and were happy together, When one fine day, he got angry at her; And she backfired with an insult meant to be innocent; But he got out of control, and down the ship he went; Till this day, his remains lie there, A mark for the story that was all but fair; But the girl cared nothing about his soul, not by the sole of her shoe, And excused his death by saying "It wasn't me, it was definitely you" And he, lying at the bottom of the deep blue, Taught us a lesson, just don't go for the "I love you".