Gently

...and they walk throughout the park, lost in the love they share.
Gently they stroll, arm in arm, as the homeless sit and stare.
"Would you love me," he then asks, "if I were to be so poor?"
Smiling slightly, she turns and whispers, "I would love you all the more."
With that, they walk out of the park, down into the streets below.
She turns her face into the air to feel the falling snow.
He hears a screech! She looks his way. They are met with a surprise.
The driver, critical. He, unscathed, and his love? Well ...she dies.

Years pass. Time moves on, but forever would he stay
within that moment when she said yes to the ring he gave to her that day.
He sits within the park and dwells on the love they had.
Alone, he ponders the will of God, of fates both good and bad.
"Would you love me," he then hears, "if I were poor like that?"
And looking up, he sees a couple walking as they chat.
With this said, he bows his head, and then he slowly rises.
He leaves the park, the park he loved. A park he now despises.

At her grave, he sees the stone and kneeling, he gently sighs.
He releases the ring from his hand and asks the Lord his whys:
"Why's life this way?" He whispers gently, looking to the skies.
"Why am I still here?" As he gently shuts his eyes.
"Why?" He gently dies ...and up in Heaven, an angel gently cries.