Not a love...
How did she end up here,
what gamble played her life?
He was meant to be a tender art,
instead she got a leather heart.
It was rugged, rough, harsh and bleak,
and now her babbly mouth could hardly speak.
Infinite visions of sunrises, sunsets,
adventures and miseries...
yet this love somehow excluded her peripheries.
But here she was, handcuffed to fate,
where her knight refused to mate.
Inadvertently, she drew him in her life,
disregarding all limits of drawing a line.
Soon her life would be upside-down upswing,
like an unstoppable ferris-wheel running.
The intimacy of being misunderstood,
she'd see love in all its likelihoods.
Her lover - a mere museum of fear,
she'll learn
with elapsing seasons they'll persevere.
The flash of brilliance had just begun,
their starlit universe awakened.
But for now, she'll pretend it was
not a love, not even a little bit,
actually not at all.
Because how could she end up here?
Tied up with a leather heart.
