"Beg me." He said when asked,
What to do for him to last,
How to silence his dented past,
A shadow on him forver that cast.
"Please." She begged, just as told,
For she knew he had a heart of gold,
Beneath the chains that held his hold,
Laid simply a soft, broken soul.
"No." Said he because he knew,
That she didn't know what else to do,
She was just as the others, she'd deceive him too.
Because she just seemed too amazing to be so true.
"Please." She repeated because she could,
Because he was adamant but she knew she should.
All he needed was shelter, some kind, some good,
Someone who trusted him, who understood.
"No." He said once again on repeat,
To see if she finally accepted defeat,
If she gave up on him and went off in fleet,
But she stood on her ground and kept being sweet.
"Please?" She questioned hoping that now,
He would give her a chance to show him how,
This world was a charmer, if he just would allow,
The tearing annoyance to slip from his brow.
"Okay." He uttered, with a ghost of a smile,
A smile she would love to see for a while,
A smile, she kept on his face compile,
And right till this day that she walks the aisle.
-Aneesha.
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Poesie[COMPLETED] Highest rank - #31 in Poetry (10th October, 2016) Poems. Some, outcomes of our vurnerable past. Some, results of our imperfect present. Others, products of our boundless imagination. Mine? Here they are. ***
