Obstinate, he calls her... the love that refuses to budge
The love that came unannounced to his doorstep
Disrupting his equilibrium
But she will leave one day
Breaking her own heart, before he can tear her apart
Till then, she will love him the way she knows
Deeply, insanely...
June to June, every phase of the moon
In chaos, peace, joy, or gloom
Till he realizes...
He is her soul
She may leave yet she will remain
In the shadows of crowded halls where he speaks
Amidst the thunderous claps honoring his victories
Right next to him when he overthinks
Holding his hand when he is frail
Kissing his lips, when words fail...
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