An End Foretold
A woman who knows her heart
met a man who knows his guard
She was eager, burning,
Almost fervid
He was hesitant, cautious,
Almost pallid
She took a step towards
He took ten back
Her lens was pink
His lens was black
She wanted to hold on
He decided to discard
A woman who knows her heart
Met a man who knows his guard...
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