His Arms

Eyes, far from reality,

Searching deep within

Her joyous soul.

She could not win.



His gentle arms

Encompassed her.

"He's the one."

She was sure.



Months gone by

And now engaged.

He soon became

Too easily enraged.



His blows would hurt.

She could not hide,

But to him

She did abide.



Now he gazed

At her blank stare.

One last harsh blow

Did she bear.

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