by Mr. Know-Nothing

Created on: July 01, 2007

"The Intricate Love Between He and She"

From all obscurity yields impartial understanding.
Here and to, experience proves rather grand in composure.
That his quietus he may pose sense of the situation at hand.
Though it may trouble one's heart that he must employ such a vague art,
He feels as thought it were his duty:
Hence thought he employed to start.

'Twas long eminent in solidarity.

She cherished grandly the looks he set unto her that were rather manly.
Although fear bestrode such admirations in faith,
Conscience proved to be a robber baron o'er such grace.
Who could have known that the child turning in its crib
Would not in the least adamantly oppose her lulling breath?

Constant thought of the other seemed to provoke urgency.
Betimes she thought of he much more so than he did of she:
For he did possess another she, whom he could not love meagerly.
To and fro swayed the altimeter, but on went the car up the steep hill.
Much a time he thought his red carriage would not make it
To the land upon which he would establish his presence, with all will.

In burgeoning uncertainty she awakes by day,
And every night alongside dying roses doth she pray:
That all of the hurt inside her sensitive heart must needs go away.
The early morning's air she knew well
That even the closest among her kin could tell;
Yet something seemed to loom in roses that only she could smell.

Behind glassd eyes times two,
Riding her carriage one day was a matter that her heart told her to do.
Seeking a raised car that she knew was blue
And smirking with raised brow a suspicion which in time grew,
Her fear and uncertainty in a ring rent the sky whose celestial patterns she knew.

Parked asunder a shadow of a gloomy palm tree
She imparts reassuring words to a misguidedly frustrated he
Posing an uncertainty in verbal consistency, which hardly proved to be.
The comfort for which at most they could only plea,
Was something in which both he and she could only see.

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