When he looked at her
A firestorm of lust and passion
Consumed him.
Tenderness and compassion
Tried;
Could not move that stone,
Restore life to ancient ruin.
He looked at her through eyes
Of unrelenting jealousies;
Daggers of fear stabbed
At the darkness in him
‘Til he murdered her.
Now she would be safe,
Now she was his to have;
To hold forever.
Too great was his love
To risk losing her.
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