The way he loved her
There's no need to explain.
I know you must be disdained.
Don't worry babe,
Nothing went in vain.
I might act immature at times,
I might be.
Not to the extent to not understand,
what I'm being.
Oh dear, you holy thing.
The way that you loved her,
I probably never could,
love you.
Never will.
In true love,
to be.
When one tries.
It's neither easy to take care of,
nor is it to be taken care of.
I comply.
Oh dear!
What must that heart've been through.
To cradle a heart in your hands.
To become it's safe place.
To hold it like a child.
Heart in a mush when it left in a rush,
for the leisure in that one night.
How your world must've crumbled down.
Yet, you too.
In your heart had some other plays.
I understand the weight of betrayal came heavy on that head.
So went out, to find another prey.
So you could offer all the affection, that laid in your remorseful self.
When one needs a thing,
and is refused of it.
One unconsciously starts to sow it's seed in oneself.
Then harvests.
In your case it's affection,
the kind that doesn't grow tired.
No matter how the apple of your eye changes,
your heart still adores it the same.
You see honey,
It's not the case with everybody.
Troubled heart.
I'll wait till the storm in your heart subsidies.
So we can be friends again.
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To be continued....
