Guiding Her Hand
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A long time ago their was a lonely young artist.
One day, he met a girl.
She was younger and more naive.
He was older so his heart deceived.
When they were older they shared the same passion.
His more bold and hers in a weaker fashion.
She was younger and more naive.
He was older so his heart deceived.
He had more talent, natural and pure.
Yet she was more bold, strong and forceful.
Clashing forces with similar dreams.
He watched her patiently.
Her talent grew with time,
Her beauty grew with time.
His love for her grew day after day.
He was no longer so young.
She was still quite yet not severely so
But she acted it.
She toiled away one night.
Until the dawn she worked.
She stared down at her were,
Her heartfelt work,
Discouraged and unsatisfied.
He came to her, bye scarlet dawn.
He silently walked up up behind her.
Slowly, cautiously.
Around she twirled,
Her hair tumbled down like spun gold,
Behind the rising sun.
The rising sun of claret hue.
She spun back around to her work,
A failure.
He stepped up behind her,
Cautiously behind her.
She was shocked at first.
He took her handed and guided it
Across the parchment,
Guiding her every motion.
She looked to him with amazement,
With pure and outright astonishment.
And he kissed her for the first time,
Beneath the claret sunrise.
The sky in a blaze of amethyst.
And the on-looker, the guardian,
Sighed out loud and looked to the burning sky.
He had lost his love to a knight,
A more bold and adventurous knight,
And she left him without a word.
He looked at the two,
So young, so misguided,
Maybe if he had shown his love
For the young maiden,
The lonely and bold maiden,
He'd have found his happily ever after,
Like the two.
May the find their eternal love,
Beneath the sunrise of claret hue.
~Fin
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Ok, That is Van/Mel. In the end, the onlooker is Norris,
Reminiscing about Leena of course. Please review.
I wrote this for english class, a narrative not-always-rythming
poem. ^_^ I hope you enjoyed it.