He courted her for twelve revolving moons
Enchantment shared, or was it passing dream
Sweet as light, but so seem bright balloons.
Idylls fail when hesitations teem,
Take sail from tale winds, leave stale promise wept
Although two might have made a perfect team.
Their anniversary was deadline kept,
Inhibitions closing welcome's gate
Numb left the senses, hope away was swept.
Great expectations sought to counter fate,
Harmony, innate, was not denied,
One seemed born too early, one too late.
Pro-active pair, where one's disqualified,
Ever threads regrets unquantified.
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