Happy for Some

I hear of the deeds some people did for love;
Some ached, some gave all and pretended nothing changed.
But they were happy and their eyes smiled;
Eventhough deep inside
their breath, their bosom and even their being died.

The ol man in the arid country said,
he lived for himself and noone else.
But when came draught and plenty died;
for the princess of his heart;
morning, noon and night and he was seen digging wells.

And the young maiden who loved this man;
loved him despite the coldness of his heart,
Would fill the wells her ol man dug;
with every drop of water she could find;
even if it had the salt of the eyes from which it ran.

The lovely princess was happy;
for she could scrub and be pretty for her handsome prince.
The ol man smiled at his princess's delight.
And at the hard man's broad smile;
the young maiden's heart filled with life.

It was a fairy tale like no other;
two hearts that loved, had lost, yet lived happily ever after!
And the head in my heart wondered;
why it never felt the pleasure in the pain?
Perhaps it has never really in true love, surrendered!