He Loves Her
In love, he stands beside a tempest's might,
Her heart a storm, yet he remains steadfast,
She screams and tantrums through the day and night,
But love's devotion, his heart cannot unfast.
She flings his teacup, shatters it with glee,
Outside the house, her wild emotions fly,
He sighs, forgives, for in her eyes, he sees,
A wounded soul, beneath the turbulent sky.
Their love, a journey through tumultuous seas,
Though she's unpredictable, wild, and bold,
He seeks to calm her, put her heart at ease,
For in her chaos, treasures yet unfold.
They dine at Saint Poroits, hand in hand,
In love's embrace, they both can understand.
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