A real love

She lived alone in a small town,
Her lips were red, her eyes were brown,
She wrote love poems every day
And was so shining like a ray.
She dedicated all her works
To metal-singer Garry Fox.

He was so popular and nice!
She did not see the other guys.
She wrote her letters full of love
And simply signed – Diana Ruff.

He got her poems every day
And read them quietly like a pray.

He went on tour to her town,
He dreamed to find her in a crowd...
But rainy day became a storm...
He joked, “It’s silly to return!
I am a real metal guy!
It is my job and I will try!”

...She stood alone close to the stage,
It was too cruel heavens’ rage:
A thunderbolt striked her young heart,
It was so pungent like a dart...

And Garry rushed and felt a jar,
He saw two letters: D&R...
Two letters on her narrow wrist
Were all his love and all his gist...

With time he understood his sin:
He had to live FOR HER and sing,
Sing all her poems just for her!..
He was composing more & more...

One day he got a Grammy-prize,
He wanted to apologize,
He screamed, “DIANA! I LOVE YOU!!!”
But no one answered his shrill hue...

He was upset, he was alone,
The schurch became his only home...
And every time he climed belfry
He called her and began to cry...

...And now she hears somewhere above
What does it mean – A REAL LOVE...

D.R.=DEAR...

2008

P.S.: Все персонажи вымышлены, совпадения случайны. Сюжет из головы. И кто такой Гарри Фокс, я не знаю. И кто такая Диана Раф - тем более:):):)