Shared melodies weave through the years,
Truth-swords he guards, hearts shaped like art.
Glances exchanged, drowned in uncried tears,
Feeling slaughter, where tender hearts part.

Holding at wares, he stares down his fear,
Do not rush, for love draws ever near.
With truth in hand, he wields his fierce sword,
Whispered close, secrets flow to the heart.

She guarded love, while he wielded his part,
Trusted in the heart, she sighed, “I forgot.”