Poem

She was not the pretty one

Rough and buxom

Tender only in her smiles

Tender only in her eyes

But standing next to glamour sweater girls from high school days

With brunette manes of flowing waves hung down to carry like a train

She was but plain

She was but sameness everyday

Until that time when stars were framed by unreachable beauty comet-like angelic came

She like the earth

Unmoved

Unchanged

Uncharted

Till her love became the warmth and rain

Unyielding

held by ourselves

Not to be betrayed

Except in forgeries which lovers make

Who must forget how hearts will break.

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