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Quietly, he kept all night
So that none could find
His eyes which often drifted
Toward my corner of the room

I took him as arrogant in youth
His mannerisms which disgusted
And his remarks which stung
Left me with a tainted view

Until one day he did send word
Dinner, he asked, would I attend
Curiosity did curb my disdain
And so I sent word that I would

An evening of rhetoric unmatched
Wits set against wits, stubborn
He with his quiet rebuttals
I, finding a louder defense

And when dinner was done
How he took my hand
So that I may not trip myself
But I stumbled over words

It would appear as if we
Two separated by birthright
Should find ourselves matched
In every way imaginable

We reached the door of my home
He kissed my hand then
And sent my heart into a flutter
Not allowing me to release him

Slowly, I ascended the steps
Watching him follow, slowly
He lit the candles all around
I read the poems of my past

A night spent in the dim lighting
Small kisses shared to keep warm
Until finally the red sun rose
And there he was sleeping, quietly.