She a powerhouse of unclaimed passion
And should their two worlds meet
He ponders briefly on love
Gives his mind a proposition of worth
All the while telling himself...
‘Is she worth the pain of wanting?’
She gives her heart with rules of precision
Always realizing that the shroud of chaste cloth
She had wrapped herself in
Could so easily be cast off and left threadbare
Not encompassing her in ivory towers
Built on judgment
He had seen the carnage of errors past
Mistakes came too swiftly when love was new
Hasty decisions caused major derision
But...love? Yes...love...
Cherish the thought that brings such joy
She understood the pain
And rode the waves of discomfort
And he?
He never understood the sacrifice...
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