She fell first; He fell harder
~and I wonder who got hurt more.
Love at first sight, her fluttering heart,
A love blossomed shy, a true work of art.
He, A distant star, Tall & Bright,
Unbothered; by her gentle light.
Days turned to weeks, her feelings grew,
But he; unaware of her relentless pursuit.
He saw her kindness, laughter in her eyes.
A warmth that washed away his cold disguise.
The dam broke, his heart confessed,
A love so profound; so obsessed.
He built a fortress; strong, built to last,
Hoping, their future will once be cast.
But time, A thief. Stole her away,
Left empty echoes wishing for a brighter day.
Her path diverted; A new course to steer,
Leaving him suspended, A love he held dear.
She fell first; A slow start,
He fell harder; as love tore his heart.
Yet,
When he reached for her, an eager call,
When he loved most; She wasn’t there at all
She fell first; He fell harder,
Now I sit here & ponder,
Her or him, who got hurt more,
Who fought the great war,
For he built a fortress of love, Strong & Tall,
But she chose to answer the other call,
Now, He guarded the fortress all alone,
Guarding her empty throne.
