He reckons the sight of her beauty,
with no words. They seep  threw her mouth
but replenish his soul.She has doubt of his
ineffective ways,but replaces the
consuming thought with his immense gaze.
While she implies on the captivity they all face.
His delightful orbs are actually soaked in hate.
But with her joy and eagerness placed deep beneath his mind,
he cant  complain ,and he asks himself
"But is she really mine?"
While his words spread threw his brain like
poison in its veins.
He recognized that it was just a lie.
Because the beauty is gone,just like notes to a song.
And her smile didn't wait, so it faded away.
Its been way to long to return in its turn of mistake,
So he'll wait for her as long as his worries  drive
back to memory lane.
But his  biggest worry of all was ,
"Was this all just fate?"