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Oh how faithful he has been
After all these torturous years
Though he may have gotten old
WIth no hair and a silver beard
He still remembers his soulmate
The one that never got to be
Like the gust of a stormy wind
None could catch her, including he
Oh he remembered as a youth
How madly in love was he
With a soul so painfully pure
She was never meant for a world like thee
Always being one step ahead
Making it look like it was two steps behind
She tore open thhe hearts of many
With a soul oh so kind!
How wickedly his heart, played with his mind
Approving of the wrong, denying of the right
Making him believe he could have someone like her
Someone like the wind, someone so divine
"How will you catch her? She's like a stormy wind!"
But the heart manipulated the mind
"Your love is enough"
And that made him blind
He thought he was there, so near so clear
All needed were some words
To show him it was never there
The sparks, the love, the feelings for her
"I don't love you" she said
And his remaining life went in a blur
Now they were old
Both with silver hair and grandchildren
Both were different; differently alike
She mourned over the loss of her husband
He mourned over the loss of his never to be wife
Guess you always desire something you can never have
And dismiss the things that you already have
Because life is a cruel game
And not every player gets to taste mercy
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