Battle
A day before we were simply
just That guy and That girl sitting
by one-another
feelings so innocent began
to grow and grow until-
two joined as
one.
One fell,
yet the other fell harder
now a battle rages
though not of hate but of love,
as the caretaker title is fought over
to worry of the other
then of one's self is the path that was chosen
She struggles,
against His help and worry
but His persistence wins.
Is it He or She that loves most?
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