The Eye of the Beholder

There is a thin line between fate and chance, For instance Luke, whose life at a glance,
Could sway however which way.
Luke is a boy of good heart,
A quiet boy who cares for few,
Yet for those he does,
Its certain his concern is true.

Not long ago, around eighth grade or so,
He met a girl named Leah.
She was the most beautiful, bodacious, and brilliant girl
He has ever seen.
Her eyes were glistening jewels,
Extraordinary mind blowing tools.
Luke, however, was too timid to make a move;
He felt he had nothing to prove.

Later on,
Luke and Leah attended the same high school.
He tried his hardest not to be a fool.
For Leah he did all he could do,
Yet Leah was not Luke's to woo.
Leah fell for another.
She thought of Luke only as a brother.
Leah fell for Kennedy,
To Luke there was no remedy.

Luke's deep, dark, depressed heart,
Stabbed him like a razor-edged dart.
There was only one thing he could do,
Try and feel for other girls in the way he well knew.
The way he felt for you know who.
Even still he could not be felt of the same,
Of whom was this pain to blame?
However, he kept at it with blind hope
Wondering more of where he could find a rope.

Yet all long Luke loved Leah.
He loved her with a love that was more than love.
He saw her as a miraculous dove except,
But it was Leah who must accept it.

Luke realized Leah was the one for him;
The chance of success was slim.
Without her, his soul was grim.
In his life, she brings light.
This light of which turns day from night,
And ends the reign of pain.
Luke would do anything for her;
She still did not feel the same.

Now Luke is left alone and hurt,
Leah long gone and now desert.
He cannot bear the pain of knowing love,
And not being felt of the same.
Luke loved Leah more than all,
But in the end Luke took the fall.
The pain he felt, he could not bear it,
So in the end, he would not wear it.
Once and for all,
He let his gun make a call,
To end his misery.

But now that he is long gone,
Leah learns the mystery,
Hiding from within her soul.
Too bad Luke is history,
Now it cannot become whole.
Was it chance that love never came,
Or was it fate that Luke should have died no older?
It's all in the eye of the beholder.

By Issac (2012)