Pupils beamed with radiance,
and naive genuineness flowed
as the illusion of love came her way.
But behind the tugging of strings
was a skillful maneuver
with his foxy intentions.
As the strings were played
back and forth,
emotions began to be strangled
and the cords that were struck
created a melody
to the tune of his accordance.
The fortress began to whither
but he was tired of his own maneuvers
that he gave into dispelling his intentions
before the frontier guarding her heart collapsed.
Though the barrier to intimacy
did not collapse completely,
the intention of ones kindness broke,
the illusion of ones amiable action broke
as it became the an act
just to open the gate of letting one in.
Trust withered,
but hope seemed to still be lingering
as the good in them, she always saw.
But after multiple tries,
of her heart being played with.
It was locked,
to the ones who would come along.