The man uses his hawk-like eyes
Stalking, hunting for his prey...

Blood veins and locked chains
The things you will have to cross...

Her smiles, picture perfect
Her looks, innocent, pure...

Princess walking down the isle,
Inherited queen's beauty's galore...

Weight she carries on her chest,
Within her thighs and legs as well...

True love, I never did understand
That was until our song was heard...

Woman takes hold of her gorgeous baby,
Proud to be a mother of a newborn child...

O dear heart, what is love?
Is it something to see? Feel...

An elderly walks with his lovely cane,
Following into nature's engaging smell...

The woman sits quietly at the table,
Looking at the girl across in shame...

The lady watches the board in front,
While sitting as flirtatious as can be...

Sadness and depression
How cliched can you be...