Not Romeo and Juliet
She said it was more than the romance of a moment
Not just a school-girl’s crush
But something deep and meaningful
A relationship built over the months
Of the terms and the holidays
She knew was young, and this was her first
The only time she’d ever been in love
But he’d smiled at her and marked her work less harshly
So she’d calmed down in the class-room
And started to take more notice
And he’d been understanding and kind
Flattered by her girlish attentions
And he’d talked to her when she needed a friend
Found her crying at the end of a school-trip
And held her hand on the way home
And she said she pretended to forget things
When she went home at the end of the day
And had to go back to find them
Just to be alone with him for a moment
And lay her confidences before him
She thought that the texts, the emails and messages
Must have begun at that time
Soon turning from friendly to flirty
Till they fell for each other in a bad way
In a fond flurry of foolishness
And trysting as lovers in hidden locations
To shield their passion from friends
Made their secret seem somehow star-cross’d
Beautiful, romantic and sentimental
Something that others would not understand
But he knew that he was far too old to play Romeo
That he had betrayed his position of trust
And that she shouldn’t, couldn’t be his Juliet
Yet he still ran off with her to Paris
To start a new life on the run
And now there’s a sad little court case
To try and sort out this love tragedy
And everyone’s crying
They should have both known
That it would all end in tears
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