A poem for her

It all started with a break up.

She lost her beauty she lost her grace.

Now she is never without makeup.

Constantly wearing her second face.

Even after she picked up the pieces she remained broken.

She met a boy, a gentlemen who said she was beautiful , too bad she wouldn't listen.

The words he said might as well have remained unspoken.

He tried in vain to show her how she glistened.

It is said that when one door closes another open door is presented.

This could be his one shot.

He had to prove he wasn't like the men of her past that she resented.

He had to tell the truth like it or not.

Oh how he wished to earn her trust.

He didn't want to constantly end his relationships in grief.

This all occurring due to his uncontrollable lust.

He was doomed to be guilt ridden, or so was his belief.

Fate had intervened in both cases.

Man and woman girl and boy it didn't matter.

A blind man could have seen the joy in their faces.

Meaningless relations or a trustworthy woman, he took the latter.