Shakespeare's Sister

If real love is only in fairytales
But if real love lives
But if real love only dwells in hidden places
Tell me
Oh tell me
Why do my elders worry their faces
How can it not exzist?
Many girls blow out their candel sticks
For his first kiss
When I open and close my eyes
I imagin youths soft lips
But there can not be love
Where there is no pain
A world full of those born
Would say the same
And those born to die
How long will he have me?
And should I even try?
The elders tell me of haunted stories
All though my eyes are still painted with glories
Shakespeare's sister
Youth and glory
A story
A boy and a girl
uncorrupted by the evil world
Will they make it through times end?
If love is real
If love really dwells
If it comes out of hidden places
I know it is factual
Since felt
It is factual
When he kisses her
For I know
I am trully Shakespeare's sister