Veronica Lewis

I cam from wealth

A family of class and light colored skin

I was the youngest of eight, and the prettiest one, too

And I was the most high-spirited of them all.

When I grew older, I met a man

Who stole my heart like a thief in the night.

We were soul mates, for I loved him and he loved me

And nothing or no one could tear us apart.

But my family disapproved

For this man was of dark skin

And this was not the way we were.

Their shallow words stung my soul

And I told them that I was leaving

And I was going to be with the one I loved!

They countered, "If you leave out that door, don't come back!"

And so it shall be, and so it was.

We married and multiplied

And no one knew of my past.

They accepted me for who I was and not from where I came

And I think that this was meant to be.

We lived a full and happy life together,

But over time, my love got sick

And passed away to a happier place,

So they say.

But how happy could it really be

With him without me and me without him?

There was no happiness without him near me

To hold and to touch

For he and I were two halves of a whole

Two hearts but with one beat.

His love completed my soul

And without him, I am nothing.

For he was the rhythm and I was the drum

And together we danced the dance of love.

In the weeks that followed, my heart grew weak

And I could no longer live iwthout my sweet

My love, my life.

I prayed for death, and death did come

Where me and my sweet now live as one.