In love, he stands beside a tempest's might,
Her heart a storm, yet he remains steadfast,
She screams and tantrums through the day and night,
But love's devotion, his heart cannot unfast.
She flings his teacup, shatters it with glee,
Outside the house, her wild emotions fly,
He sighs, forgives, for in her eyes, he sees,
A wounded soul, beneath the turbulent...
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