For Love
anne
03 Jun, 2011 12:02 PMIn the park, where i did dwell, i met a boy i love so well, there he took my heart from me, now, now he wants to set me free.. One day, i saw a girl on his knee, he told her things, he never told me, from now i know the reason why, the girl was much prettier than i. I run home, and cry to my bed, not a word to mom i said, at night my father search for me left and right, then he found me hanging in a rope, and on my desk a note was found, " Dig and grave and dig it deep, with marvel stones from head to feet, and on my head, please put a dove, to show people i die for love.."
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Post a Comment01 Jul, 2011 04:54 AM
wow....i wish i could write the pain inside of me too....but i will never end myself to death just because i am in pain..
03 Jul, 2011 08:05 AM
ossom..........but shldnt die instead kill such guys coz they kill love
01 Nov, 2011 11:08 AM
Do you know the origins of this poem... In 8th grade I made an interpretation of the Scottish version but am unsure if there is an even earlier one. I was surprised to see an alternate play on the words.
01 Nov, 2011 11:12 AM
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Butcher_Boy_(folk_song)
this is the british origin