Principles!

A mountain of a man was he .
Staid in disciplines, filled with principles.
Was a challenge to her.
Her very being.
Theirs was a love as such,
She'd never known.
Nor never admitted.
By him the one.
A love she had never known before.
As in and out his head she flitted.
In words of rhyme and open verse.
Their love together has been cursed.
By the tongues of a thousand angels of war.
His goddess of sweet poetry.
Decreed together they must be free.
She is broken in need of fixing.
The weeping willow sits and cries.
The loss of him too much to bear.
But does he even care?
She'd like to think he does.

By ladylivvi1

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