Love in the olden days

Secretly meeting
At the dawn of day
Near the sight of no one
Along the brush of the trees
I sit here and ponder our ways
As I wait for the love of my life
To stroll down the road
Where she might absentmindedly
Leave the road behind
To sneak into the trail through the woods
Where we might meet at last
No one believes the truth of our love
No one believes we can make it through
We fight for our lives together
We fight for what freedom should give us
But as just a little peasant
What could I bring to her?
She being in the high-up state
Where her rich father would never
Accept a man a penny poorer then he
And as I keep telling her,
As she wishes to stop fighting
I may not have the money,
Or the clean shave, and clean clothes
But one thing I have, they may not have either
Is the love in my heart for you
There’s a bench in the city
That gave us away
I had wrote her careless poetry
In the mid time of each day
And strolled along past this bench
Where I left my secret note
And I’d hide in the bushes
For just one glance at my girl
When she would come innocently
To pick up my note
Ahh the joy I bestowed in my heart,
When I saw the look on her face…
Before she ran gleefully from the spot
But one day she became followed
And I knew the minute she picked up the note
We had been caught ... Red handed…
And she isn’t allowed out anymore
I lay in my cabin… or rather my shack
Where I still write her to this day
I send her these poems, and these heart-felt letters
But know, that she may not receive them
I cry the tears of a torn lover’s heart
When they know that it is over
… But in my mind... Do I really except it?
For then why do I still write?
I send her letters everyday
And maybe one day she'll escape and come to me…
But this is nothing farther from what the future holds
So as depression leers me…
And I’m sucked into my own sorrow
I think of my wonderful lover
As I lay on the bottom of my torn floor
When a knocking comes upon my door
And fills my silent shack beside my tears
As I run… like never before
To open with great wild surprise
My love… my dear…
Escaped for me
And now we flee from trouble’s bay
We have run as far as another country now
Where we have our own little run down shack
We live together, happily…
Like no other couple ever before
And know now that no obstacle is big enough
To ruin… a lover’s... devotion… to their… soul mate