She lives in a brown stone off Filth and Main
no ghetto queen her parents said she would be
her suitors from only affluent families, could see
she met him at Starbucks, sipping her cafe au lait
as she dunked and chewed her almond biscotti
he wiped her table again and again
so smitten was he with her beauty
she desired to touch this cleaning thug hands
yet knew his unrequited love would be forbidden
so everyday at half pass three
an assignation, she would keep
make love with only her wanton doe eyes
in a quiet corner away from prying sight
till that fateful day she came in the rain
he saw his chance under her umbrella
blocking the view of the curious world
lips met for a first heart stopping kiss
He dressed up that evening
with yellow roses in hand
Dressed in his best valor, Sean John
appeared at her door, ringing the bell
her mother did open with a scowling frown, greet
took the flowers and bid the poor soul farewell
the door closed in his face, before he could speak
so round to her bedroom window he did creep
throwing stones, calling out his beloved's name
her face appeared for a moment
then the lace fell back in place
with tears in his eyes he, walked sorrowfully away
what he did not know, she had run from her room
down the stair case she ran with parents in chase
out the door she flew, seeking his warm embrace
hearing foot steps behind him, turning he did
as she ran into his arms
saying hurry we must flee
doleful parents missed out on the rest of her life
all because they judged a person by location
not from what they had to offer in their heart
no greater loss can their's ever be, then to lose
a love one who is still alive but dead in deeds