His temper fanned her;
It simply was not fair
Making embers fan to flame
Almost gave him a scare!
He never did lose his temper;
Stone with pale band of colour
Agate and oval placed on his ring!
He calm focused even in his paler
Her words flew over his head
He lay still in his bed
His secret thoughts with poetic words filled
Her love he will defend
Pity; how money made them masters
How ego lay in thick waters
She stood alone, he left her lamenting
Untouched, transparent, fetters! !
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