He spoke with such eloquence; As he piqued her interest He spoke with such intelligence; As her cheeks did blush He spoke with such confidence; As she succumbed to his charm
He spoke with soft promises; As the romance drew her He spoke with burning passion; As she fell into his arms He spoke with sweet poems; As she fell hopelessly in love
He spoke of their future; As she was lost in their present He spoke of his soul-mate; As she was lost in his soul He spoke of forever; As forever took hold
He spoke of hopeless romance; As she uncovered his disguise He spoke of fate and destiny; As she saw through his facade And, he spoke of true love;
As she realized, He had only, Ever, Loved, Himself.
Maybe Paenitentia was only ever in love with the idea of love.