There he was, promising her the world, meaning every word, but she didn’t want the world – what she desired was a safe harbour.
She didn’t have the heart to quell his ardour, just wished for a little less fervour. As things were, he made her want to scarper – silently in the night, like a common burglar.
At times, loving him was such a tall order! His love burnt bright red, hers barely ocher. This unbalance put them both at risk of an anxiety disorder – the relationship felt like a high-risk game of poker.
This intensity she couldn’t match made her feel like an ogre. To stay or go: either way, a disaster – the truth was, her options were, at best, mediocre.
To break this unfortunate impasse, she desperately needed a four-leaf clover.
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Very good poem. I love your imagery in this and the story you tell with it of these two people. Nice.
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Thank you! I guess that my complicated love life at least provides inspiration for my writing 😉
Thanks again you future Nobel Prize Winner you! (It will happen, I *know* it) 😀
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“To stay or go: either way, a disaster…. To break this unfortunate impasse, she desperately needed a four-leaf clover”… So I guess she didn’t find it right?…. But I bet they are still together… Hmmm
Beautiful writing!!!!… Happy sunday…. ❤ Aquileana 😀
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She didn’t find it and they are still together 😉
Thank you, and I hope you had a beautiful Sunday too ❤ 😀
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Wow! Pretty’s as pretty does but this right here’s beautiful! Love how it reads….surreal! 😍😄
‘His love burns bright red’…., I totally dig! 😊
I wish she could muscle up some courage to love him back with much the same intensity as he, suckers for happy endings you see! 😔
We’ll see I guess, wont we Purple?! 😛😂
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