As paths crosses in between
Two rivers may occur
A man might appear in the near future
Asking to answer this procedure

All giggling and smiling, does the man stand there
With strands of lust, glowing red, from side to side and in between the hairs
This man might appear feminine, for she has lost time
As once she taught that she wasn’t a man, made to be men kind,

Her destructive history of long failed lovers
Bad leaders and or followers,
Abused her and beat her to a man

Disgusted by chapel wearers
She fled to inner cities
Only to find out, that city’s made more beggars then men.

Ending up in poverty, as she didn’t see fit
That this life of hers, there HAS to occur a happy twist

So she went away to the forest,
To drown herself in the lake,
Only to find a young man
With the name blake
As his suit was suited to his name
Blake was made from royal
For Elisabeth, she only seen men.. as cruel

She was very weary
Of this black, dressed up, cloaked man
For every man is a deceiver, with a few cards up in his hands,

However she could not stop this feeling
Of an ever fast brewing love,
For Blake the whitest dove.

As they grew kids and grew old together
Well what happened was, when they could
They married and brought two kids upon the world,
‘For I am finally happy’, said Elisabeth, with a tear to her eye

Years passed and passed, as Blake passed away
For now Elisabeth has seen their kids, also mourning away
But alas, she found them dead in the bushes,
‘As it was an accident!’ did the hunter whispered with his words

Oh Elisabeth, oh Elisabeth, you have lost so much
But will you please oh will you please..?

Touch another man’s heart…with a woman’s touch?