none wistful stranger thing took place
when noticed he her soul
went seen at first her pretty face
but free man kept to role
when breath revealed this flower's heart
at rhythm with his own
his ears now sought her tender part
that she had since made known
invested melded intertwined
what they had not foreseen
that fate should cross two souls in kind
now past what was routine
such embers spawned a great desire
that honor could not meet
frustrating flames within their pyre
bore love's taste bittersweet
but bittersweet is just as sweet
when true love found endures
and fleeting love cannot compete
when all at depth ensures
and time may pass with lovers placed
to rise and fall again
until all honor's ripe for taste
he sees no "if"...just "when"
~Moses
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