The clock is ticking and she is still waiting for him to arrive It is now or never, it's their will to survive That keeps them hanging on to their love for one another Like a mother to her father and like a sister to her brother Forbidden by the vines of a family dispute that never could end It is a hateful example, one that's not easy to mend Her love for him was ever so much it was love at first sight In a marketplace, in the harshness of a winter night They met eyes for the first time at their meeting He kissed her hand and she bowed to give her greeting Her skin was as soft as a hand woven material She laughed as he spilt his newly bought cereal Ever since that time they had been torn apart by bitter hate Their families ate it as though it was food on a plate For it was to be with one another or to be dead To be or not to be that is the question, Shakespeare once said He came galloping on his black horse through the mist He was coming, without her, he could not exist The thought of not being together shattered him to death He could not turn out like Shakespeare's Macbeth She had saved him from a life that was wrong and ill She was the his only surviving will He swung off his stallion and landed on the dark ground Taking caution to make not a sound She raced over to the window didn't care to look around Opened the window when her father roared "To him you are not bound!" She turned around in shock and he grabbed her by the hair He yelled "You are not to leave this house, do not dare!" Her lover was quick to react and jumped through to the room Their fate together was nothing but a doom The father threw his daughter down to the rug His daughter cried "Go away you fat ugly slug!" "We love each other, don't you understand?" The father yelled "Why him? Why this treacherous man?" The lover took a swing at the father but he caught the fist Her father was fuming mad and the lover was on his death list The father pulled out a knife and stabbed it through the lover The lover stepped back, holding the wound, he had to recover The daughter weeped and pleaded her father to go But her father shook his head and spat on the lover, who was so low The father picked up the lover and threw him outside "He's going to die if we don't help him!" the daughter cried Any excuse to see her lover would do today But the father knew that his daughter was now going to pay With her life and her betrayal to her house She cried even more, her tears wetting her blouse Her father shut the window so no one could come through Not even a speck of dust, could come in too He dragged his daughter away and ordered her execution For him, as a father, that was the only solution She was hung in public the next coming day Which makes the saying true, love really does pay