The Pain of the Beetle...

before the beetle chirped

she stole my heart

all the love I received

my soul revolved around

her precious ways

she cried like the ending days

if only I knew her love was limited

every night and day in my arms

she would have rested

because when the beetle chirped

life lost its meaning

and my soul gave up its fight

because that precious little life

that I carried within

loved before even meeting

and gazed upon her

little feet and hold her little hand

for the time I had my selfish mind wish O had more time

because after the beetles chirped

now I have nothing

life is black, gray

and when the wind blows

I only think of her face

if only my future was with her

in my face

growing up would have been her main

chore because if the beetle didn't chirp

I'll be a mother with my little girl

raising her to become a lady

and to live life

but the beetle chirped...