His violent gestures first seemed out of place, A comment here or there, a blinding sneer; Her brother hung his head oft’ in disgrace When given lowly hits and spiteful leers. And she had rushed to block it every time With glares right back, or her own meager threats. He treated her as though her words were mime, Quite silent and unworthy of his frets. But soon their spars became truly intense And much more was at stake than dignity. They both were fighting wishes to commence Indulgence of the passion they could see
But soon the fire faded from their fights Completely burned between them in the nights.
The End.
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