Jack and Rose

There is a tale to tell, For all beginnings lead to an end, Jack, was his name, A young lad who fell in love with a fair dame, With eyes of the green Atlantic, her lips petals of Rose, Her face like the new born sun, her hairs like the wavy ocean of course; Amidst her wealth and her perfect world, She was a solitary maiden who yearned freedom. To rise and go towards the endless horizon, To live in hope and not confined by the gates of her mansion, She wanted to ride and spit; chew tobacco like a man; He was an artist who could see people, and draw them their lives. Fairly impressed, she asked him to draw her wearing a blue diamond; as beautiful as she was; only it. As he began to move, his hand on the paper, Their love grew along with the lines in the picture; and when the picture was complete and the artist satisfied, She told her lover she had changed her mind, However stupid or uncertain it seemed, she had decided to see the rest of her sunsets with him, So, holding hands they ran as far As they could away and hid in a car, Where she asked him to let their love unfurl; But alas! Who knew fate had more in store, towards their love it let perils hurl, The Unsinkable-ship was hit by ice, It cut through the steel letting the cold waters inside,

The fury of fate had been set free, Their love now had to stand the tests of the sea, Titanic the largest moving object man made, Into two large pieces they saw the ship break, She held him close, he held her tight, They faced this wrath with all their might, While people cried and people screamed, And rent the air with catastrophe, Our lovers with the vessel sunk Into the chilling waters that stabbed them like a thousand knives, Killing every sensation but their love. He made her promise she will survive, no matter what, she wont let go, Maybe he realized there was no hope, Maybe because he couldnt say, he had nothing to lose anymore, So, he made her brave to face the world, with his last words he served his love, Then light from a corner fell on her face, Jack there, a boat has come, she said But Jack didnt move, he had succumbed to fate, Thankful to his luck that had won him a 3rd class ticket, She then let lose her embrace, And took the last glimpse of his face, Who knows with him their love had died, Or through this pain immortalized?