She dropped her gaze to take him in;
his heart lurched back in fear.
As two eyes slid across him twice,
his mask he knew proved sheer.
She walked him down dark streets of doubt,
her voice served as his lamp.
And even when she ceased to speak,
she waxed the seal and placed the stamp.
No matter that she lied to him
and even though she fled,
his faith in her remained intact,
her songs rang in his head.
He’ll never know from where she came,
or where she lingers now.
But minus understanding,
he still stands to take a bow.
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