CROSS – SWORDS

She desires to taste love
Passionately,
Blindly,
Endlessly.
He wishes she keep away from this drug
Unfailingly,
Endlessly,
Purposefully.

All he desires
is to protect his daughter
From the blues of love
But alas, his naïve lass loves love.

Oh, how they despise and adore one another,
None of ‘em seems to want to surrender.
They cross their swords at every turn;
The callow, quixotic maiden
And her contemptuous father’s concern.

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