Alrighty, so I was bored the other day and whipped up this little Klaroline poem because I had an idea floating around in my head. It's definitely not my best poetry, but it's Klaroline, so I don't particularly care! Hopefully it's not too awful. Anyway, enjoy!
Ball gowns and jewels,
But we're not royal.
Champagne that sparkles,
To sip for a while.
A hand held out,
An offer to take.
He knew all along
That her act was fake.
Crystal glasses,
And pretty little things.
Perfect for a princess,
See the joy it brings.
Gifts of glamour,
And a horse-drawn carriage.
He knew that she wouldn't
Settle for average.
He spoilt her
With letters, dresses and jewels
Many told him to give up,
But he did not listen to fools.
He kept trying
Until one day he took his leave.
She felt guilty about the love
She never let him receive.
A distraction, possibly,
Could help her move on.
But forgetting was difficult
Because it felt wrong.
She missed it all;
The letters, jewels and gowns.
Closing her eyes, she holds them close,
Her lips settling into a frown.
So this was it,
Her mistake.
Something that she would
Never again make.
Where is he now?
What can she do?
She considered her options,
Then she knew.
Away she went,
leaving her small town life.
After all, it had caused her
Enough trouble and strife.
Traveling eased her mind,
She saw great sights.
Then found a bar in New Orleans,
With dimmed down lights.
She entered the building,
Cast her eyes around the room.
Decorating the place,
Were flowers in bloom.
By the jazz band,
She saw him there.
She couldn't help
But stop and stare.
Their eyes caught
And they grew wide.
There was no point
In trying to hide.
Then it happened,
Something she hadn't seen in a while.
Upon his face,
Was a genuinely fond smile.