She loves a man, indifferent and distant,
Agrees to his terms, his unshakable intent
She thinks it is a fair compromise,
For he is truthful and worldly wise
Their bond hides in the soft moonlight beam,
Emotionally silent, like a quiet flowing stream.
Is it melancholy? Perhaps
Her fantasies are nothing but fallacies,
She who dreamt of everlasting love
Finally sees the reality hanging above,
Not entirely sorrowful is this decree
Such transparency is unblemishedly free.
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