A Story Of David Gonzaga Poem by Alexander Foald

A story came around to spread
Even faster than the sound itself
About the news of newfound blue dress
With a puny hole through the chest

That a young lady has died from drowning
And a young man has been caught by accusing
No matter how hard he tries to tell the people
“As deep the pond as it can be, as much deep is her love for me!
It was not caused by anything in the mind of immortality,
But a mere disease that puts her life on a thin string,
Hanging on the edged cliff of a glass-like heart,
Dying in pain since I had no interest for her love!
Oh such inability to kill someone’s, but not your own heart!
What a wonderful way to satisfy your anger, blinded by love! ”

But the folks didn’t pay any attention to his pledge
When they took him on the way to the hanging place
They started to yell and throwing stones at the mourned man
While the sister of death walks by his side, faintly smile

And the last thing heard from a blind man,
“Even I could see clearly, for my eyes were supposedly in no use,
How much she was like to the dead girl, the one with a hole in her chest.”