Forbidden love in the midst of paradise

Up in the attic, dust and antiques slumber.
So many albums, too many to number.
A soft humming, a tenor tune.
Made up the way of the stairs in late afternoon.

Opening the door the man coughed lightly the dust attacking.
Soon opening the eyes looking for the light the attic was lacking.
He walked several steps and removed the sheet.
His eyes winced from the light that was not such a welcomed greet.

His eyes adjusted, his shocking brown eyes darted around the room.
He moved to the door way and pulled out the broom.
"Away with these webs and the dust," he muttered
He would clean the attic until it became uncluttered.

Hours would pass and the sun would set.
He found a beautiful piano and played a unique minuet.
He soon painted the walls a brilliant blue.
The attic became as good as new.

He smiled at what was accomplished and gave a great sigh.
He wiped his forehead, after all it was late July.
He turned his head and saw a beautiful box decorated with floral design.
Smiling he ran his fingers over it,"Oh this is pure divine!"

He took it down from the attic and set it upon a desk.
He trailed his fingers over it again,"Style of romanesque"
He cleaned it up and smiled softly as he thought of his love.
She was so pure as if she was a dove.

He was to ask her to marry him.
They loved each other to the very rim.
He wrote a romantic love letter to his Maria.
He hoped to marry her at the church of St. Lucia.

Finishing his letter he placed in a gold ring with a note facing up.
He took a sip from his tea cup.
The note read,"I promise that one day we shall be together forever..."
"till' the sands of time grow scares we shall be together wherever.

He shut the box and hid it away; hearing yelling from the lawn.
He went outside realizing it was nearly dawn.
"Captain Freeman, we need you at the war immediately," for it was war.
The man left the shores of Florida.

For this my dear friends was the Spanish-American Battle.
For the men hearing the gun rattle.
The man known as Freeman lowered his eyes and grabbed his rifle.
In his opinion this battle was a mere trifle.

He and the lieutenant rushed to the fight.
The seen was not the quite the sight.
People and animals all laid dead.
They looked around nothing could be said.

A house caught his eye,'sophia' he thought to himself and ran.
Everything ended before it had even began.
He broke into tears to see everything was scorched inside.
He would not sob it was against his pride.

His Sophia was gone she was in eternal rest.
He walked out as the general approached; Freeman was improperly dressed.
"Roosevelt asked us to return home," He said his eyes scanning the area.
There was disease in the area, which was Malaria.

The man sighed lightly and nodded his head before the General had gone.
Freeman was so with-drawn.
He returned to his home and went into it.
"Damn everything sure is shit"

Freeman knew it would take a few days before they left so he got his whiskey.
Though staying was risky.
As the days passed he fell ill with fever.
Nothing could be used as a reliever.

He had severe sweating and so he stripped away his clothes.
He began to cry, Sophia and he were not even able to make their oaths.
He laid curled on the floor, naked, the bottle clung to his chest.
Then he knew he was in major distress.

When the general came to get him, he was already past.
No one could help it happened so fast.
The buried the body a proper burial.
It was a lovely view my aerial.

A month later a beautiful Sophia arrived at the home, her clothes tattered.
Her hair was randomly scattered,"Jonathan?" She called out.
But then she knew he was gone.
She looked like an innocent fawn.

She saw the box hidden under the desk and pulled it out.
She began to sob there was no doubt.
Every word was read of that was sure.
Then she felt the pain he endured.

She pulled out the ring he placed in the box
Her Jonathan was sly as a fox.
They were to marry; she would have said yes.
She would have worn a lovely dress.

Now that can never prevail.
She went to the cupboard the get the ale.
She sat down with a gun at her side.
She had so much pride.

To tell her darling Jonathan that she was pregnant with his babe.


A forbidden love made in the midst of paradise.