Look at the man who hadn’t a clue
He doesn’t even trust himself to know what is true
He who has fallen from such a great height
Forces himself to forget with all his might
He has forgotten what real love is
Due to his lack of marital bliss
Confidence shaken like a leaf
He hides his intelligence in a sheath
He has finally learned to have belief
For he has found a woman who brings him such relief
At times he questions if she, like her love is real
She reassured him that he himself has plenty of appeal
So much to offer and give
She knows she’d be a fool not to live
With him forever
For his love has become her biggest treasure
About the Creator
Juniper Woodstone
An aspiring writer sharing her short-written pieces in both series and stand alone. I am hoping to one day publish my own book. I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them.
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