his heart
wasn't like the others
it didn't just beat in sync with anyone
because he had never truly been in love,

and so the many maidens, so beautiful, believed to convince him
of their love
for the boy
and for his heart

until the night came for each of them
so beautiful, the maidens
and so he sat and spoke
"do look into my heart, and tell me what you see, for I am unsure of what fate my feelings confess"
So each of the girls had looked into his heart.

The first had looked upon the surface, for her love was weak
and all she saw was the face of the boy
walking hand in hand with another whose face was shaded
hidden and unable to discover.
"I see nothing" she said,
and with this the boy knew his heart did not beat for her.

The next did look deep into the heart,
for her passion for the the boy did exist
and she had only hoped for the relief of his love for her
so deep into his heart she cast her eyes
only to find him holding in his arms
someone other than herself
the portrait blurry
and so she knew now that this love she must let go
a fiction
because she does not have the heart for which he craves

the rest of them had looked even deeper, and all saw similar images
of the boy and the mystery of persona. Of a girl.

And so the boy felt discouraged. His heart grew tired of the analysis, and the abundance of hope had diminished to mere existence. Despair had begun to cry upon his shoulder, and so he turned to the one who never failed him. He believed that she, in fact, could help him and his heart.

This one.
She had seen his heartbreak over and over, for the times he forced himself to fall in love with the past, this one would watch him fall to fall with him herself. She cared for him like no one else, and he was ever grateful for someone like this. She promised to assist him in searching for the mystery, and so after seeing how close to giving up the boy was, she thought about looking into his heart for herself. There must be something the others may have missed.
"Please look" he said, "Tell me who it is my very heart does let me live for. You must tell me of the girl I do love. Her face I must know."

And so the girl's eyes made contact with the core of his heart
his soul desire
and at the initial glimpse she saw

nothing like the others...
not the boy, nor the shadowed figure of another girl

but a face
in clear description

she looked into the heart of the boy whom she had loved forever
into the mirror of fate
the reason his heart now beat in sync
with hers
at that very moment
of fate's own reflection

the boy felt his heart beat in perfect rhythm
of love