Love's Casualties

She was 19.
A dreamer whose imagination and aspirations
Were limited by what surrounded her,
She had faith in fairytales,
A true believer in a happy ending
She wasn’t naïve
Just hopeful

He was 24.
A laborer whose intelligence and ambition
Were turning his life into endless possibilities
He was a man before he had a chance to finish being a child.
A man of principals with few possessions
But with many expectations
A true believer in hard work
He wasn’t stern
Just resourceful

He met her.
His body had a magnetic reaction to hers.
She met Him.
Her heart dropped by a force greater than gravity’s
Both, overwhelmed by ecstasy
That was caused as a reaction to their union,
Did what only they could do, love.

A love so strong and shameless
It resulted in a child called passion.

Passion was a testimony of their unity.
He and She evolved to a We.
This encounter created a family.

He was her prince, her dream.
Her new obsession was him.
He was worth everything to her.

Eventually, her dreams and fairytales
Grew to nightmares and folktales
She heard stories of men who ran away.
She had horrors about him being lured by another.

She was a fragrance that masked
the stench of his dreadful past.
She was the playmate
He never had the chance to meet.
But soon the fragrance grew too overwhelming
And the games were no longer fun.

She loved him a little too much
And he could not love her enough
Passion was the only connection they had

He loved her enough to know
She deserved better and let her go.
She loved him too much to see
The man she loved, leave