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The Journey
It started with a passion for writing
Both of them broken and hiding
Their faith in humanity shaken
Dreading each time they'd awaken
Losing themselves playing games
Shielded behind a screen and names
A chance encounter or so they thought
The architect understanding what each of them sought
For one, a game, a referral, and acceptance
For one an invite, a lark, no expectance
Playing within a world created
The Mastermind with breath abated
One entered the world with bells and dancing
One entered the world under a couch side-glancing
Prancing soul grants attention to all
His foxy spirit to each did call
Upbeat rhythms and music for speech
A joy for life was his to teach
Dark and shy was her domain
Carefully shielding herself from pain
Cautiously sharing her soul again
Whilst safe beneath a shaded den
A chance in time are they to meet
Perhaps by the architect's meddling feat
She watched his actions with a fluttering breast
He felt her words deep within his chest
They said nothing at first; watching each on the sly
While an aching amount of time goes by
She viewed another begin to move in
Malicious, her intent to own, to win
She sent a message to request to chat
Fierce and determined to thwart this rat
He accepted and privately they begin to speak
Explaining to each other of what they seek
Communicating and resonating perfectly
Exposing their faults to each other earnestly
Whispering of dreams untold
Revealing the past, the hurts of old
Her heart did quicken; she knew he's the one
She threw the offer out there, all said and done
It wasn't immediate, the acceptance of his
Her motives and sincerity his to quiz
Yet he recognized his feelings for her as well
He made a firm decision, no more to dwell
His travel was long and fraught with trial
He persevered refusing all denial
She waited on the day of arrival
Excitement within making a fierce revival
He stepped off the bus with an enigmatic but joyous smile
He moved forward and she was held for the first time in a while
Together they advanced, arm in arm
Finally a pair, a bulwark against harm.
Both of them broken and hiding
Their faith in humanity shaken
Dreading each time they'd awaken
Losing themselves playing games
Shielded behind a screen and names
A chance encounter or so they thought
The architect understanding what each of them sought
For one, a game, a referral, and acceptance
For one an invite, a lark, no expectance
Playing within a world created
The Mastermind with breath abated
One entered the world with bells and dancing
One entered the world under a couch side-glancing
Prancing soul grants attention to all
His foxy spirit to each did call
Upbeat rhythms and music for speech
A joy for life was his to teach
Dark and shy was her domain
Carefully shielding herself from pain
Cautiously sharing her soul again
Whilst safe beneath a shaded den
A chance in time are they to meet
Perhaps by the architect's meddling feat
She watched his actions with a fluttering breast
He felt her words deep within his chest
They said nothing at first; watching each on the sly
While an aching amount of time goes by
She viewed another begin to move in
Malicious, her intent to own, to win
She sent a message to request to chat
Fierce and determined to thwart this rat
He accepted and privately they begin to speak
Explaining to each other of what they seek
Communicating and resonating perfectly
Exposing their faults to each other earnestly
Whispering of dreams untold
Revealing the past, the hurts of old
Her heart did quicken; she knew he's the one
She threw the offer out there, all said and done
It wasn't immediate, the acceptance of his
Her motives and sincerity his to quiz
Yet he recognized his feelings for her as well
He made a firm decision, no more to dwell
His travel was long and fraught with trial
He persevered refusing all denial
She waited on the day of arrival
Excitement within making a fierce revival
He stepped off the bus with an enigmatic but joyous smile
He moved forward and she was held for the first time in a while
Together they advanced, arm in arm
Finally a pair, a bulwark against harm.
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