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Two sides of the story (Quatrain)

HER SIDE:


Her gaze felt bitter and untrue
Her charm splayed was across the room
Tongue spoke with such brilliance
Graceful presence that seemed to be groomed

Her heart landed upon the trace of his callous hands
Yet like wildfire, bees buzz upon everyone's ears
Feign indifference to lurk her growing fancy
Made difficult for the façade to reappear

Time wrinkled with the crowd's prying lips
Their love story hailed to be a breathtaking familiarity
Tracing comfort to the trail of each other's hands
Free from spotlight, dawns investment for possibly eternity

Once upon a time condemned by reality
Began from the delight of his scent
Their love threatened by immaturity
Upon time, the bitterness felt unamendable permanency

Her perfection soon fade
What seemed to be her thoughts was a fatal maze
Truth unfold, was a basket of unforeseeable
Façade unclothed by insecurity's wade

At every discourse, her anguish truth reveals
Incapable of handling without fear of losing
And so her disposition was always to make him disappear
Even what lies deep is her desperation to never see him leave

HIS SIDE:

Maidens blushed upon the traces of his lips
Like his beauty felt displayed for every lassie
Voice trailing shiver down her spine
His eyes seemed to seek for perpetual fancy


And so when his heart sought for her beauty
The lad was accused to temp every flower.
Doubted even if with his offered sincerity
Felt numb too even be brave, lad hasn't fully blossom yet


Sorrow flood upon him, as her hope for them to wither upon his lacking
And so he speaks unto himself, "Capture her heart before it departs".
Even so, his heart was filled with fear and hesitation,
It felt foreign to yearn for a lassie beyond his upbringing's art


His heart began to blossom with courage
His love grown, waiting for its victory
Chains were destroyed by a possible marriage
And that day has come upon their hands clasped finally

And so days grows like a forest of joy and love
The lad overwhelm yet welcomes its beautifully appraisal
Yet days of euphoric disgraced by differences and grieve
Turned out no days could come where she could be stable

"When will she ever be unfazed by turmoil?" he whispered with a tired gaze
Dark rested upon his head as her lips fall and her eyes appeared with rage
Like he was appealed to existence just to torment her, even if her being destructive
Will always be at her side, even with a torn hands and her lips spitting fire

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