Suzanne Collins is the real genius behind it all.
Still just a boy
A man he became.
Winners take all,
Such glory and fame.
Year after year,
Death after death.
Secrets, so many
He felt out of breath.
Still just a girl,
So lonely and afraid.
With a splash of a wave,
Her mind, it swayed.
A boy and girl,
Left only in horror.
Relied on each other,
The other one's restorer.
Fond they became,
Loneliness no more.
The boy and the girl,
Soft whispers at the shore.
Her eyes so wide,
Sea colored blue.
He leaned into her,
Whispering 'I love you.'
Years, they passed,
Love continuing to thrive.
One another's secret,
They had never felt so alive.
A friend once asked,
"Did you love right away?"
"No," he replied,
"She crept up with time."
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