The Witches' Lover Poem

Not only do I do posts on meet-cutes, but I thought I'd give you a poem, my first and deepest passion. Hope you enjoy! :)

"The Witches' Lover"

Beating heart subsides

shrinks down in size

Returns to shrewd coward

With hate-filled burning eyes

Settle yet for another

Just to fill the hole

Regardless of opposition

Searching for the mole

The one who lead resistance

And scorched down another village

Cried “Witch” when but a lover

And curdled blood with heartless pillage

Lead them straight to land’s end

And vowed to push her in

But when looking in her eyes

Realized the demon did win

All along he was looking

To better oneself in turn

By killing off the loved ones

Who caused his heart to burn

Silently she smiled

As the flames danced before her

For the devil he thought she worshipped

Would seek revenge, an unkind Sir.

Free Ride

He paid for her bus fare and as she looked in complete confusion about the random stranger’s act of kindness, she thought to herself, 'Maybe there is a God. Or at least a man in the world willing to be genuine with women.' Her smile matched his sly, confident filled smirk. The two made eye contact and she mouthed the words, “Thank you." And the handsome 6 foot tall man, replied, "Anytime." And they went their separate ways, hoping to bump into each other in another lifetime. She couldn't stop thinking about this dark and mysterious creature. His smile was imprinted on her brain and his voice played like a record on repeat in her ears. She prayed he would grace her with his presence again on their way to work or home. By then, she would be able to say more than "Thank you."

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Had they chosen, that was a chance at love.