Every day the girl stands by,
Waiting for him realize,
That she has always been there,
When another has not.

The fiery one,
Orange hair burning passion,
Quickly forgot when she met him,
So infatuation was the end.

Always hungry,
A bit dense too,
May have been perfect match.
But her rival was his rival,
Always on top,
Red roses marked the end.

Sweet and caring,
Friends as they were,
A bond that could not be broken,
Could be restrained.
So cold as an ice cube,
Distant as he was,
Another had won.

Wild and crazy,
She called him "A Kid",
Probably out of pride.
But a more magestic one,
Much less a kid,
Was more a charmer.

So she stood watch,
From when she was young,
She felt great joy,
They had all been able to feel joy,
But she felt as though,
She had won blissful,
Pure,
Love.
Against all the odds.

End!
I know I didn't put any story in here, but the poem was nice... right? The poems theme...
"Ето amour!"
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