A Biased View

She was a beauty, yes she certainly was, Made to be perfect, with just no flaws, She had a heart of gold and a will of steel, She was exuberance and joy on a reel, She was a wild kid, a daughter of the breeze, She glistened in the dew, and flew with ease, She wanted to be let loose, and so she sauntered, She walked in, and the whole view was altered, So many she had belonged to, so many she stood by, She was the reason why, many a man would die, He sought her, her love and eternal peace, He fought for her thinking her rightfully his, He fought, for over a decade he fought, His legendary struggle, in a new era brought, His intentions were noble and actions were brave, And his fight a new meaning to destiny gave, He dreamed and won her, welcomed her in, A tricolored necklace right under her chin, He gave her a most magnificient abode, New and renewed, his dreams flowed, But now that he has her, there seems to be, A need to chain her, not set her free, Her meaning a...

She had a way with words, and he hardly ever spoke, She was careless and free, and he fixed all she broke, She ranted on for ages, and he was content to just listen, She tried to let it go unseen, but he saw the tear glisten, She didn't want to tell anyone, and he never tried to ask, She didn't show it much, her feelings were always masked, She wouldn't communicate, though to him she often talked, She thought he didn't notice, and his intelligence she mocked, The year was a year of trial for him, and he repeatedly failed, The attempts he cautiously advanced, she repeatedly assailed, The fears and worries he had about her, were getting bolstered, The rebukes that he got from her, his dread they slowly fostered, The repelling and rude ways and anger, didn't get him to surrender, The first day she left early, he peeked into her office and calender, The year gone past he couldn't see, it was wiped neat and clean, The past and present ...

She was the first one to look me into my eyes, A smile and a tear together appeared on her face, She taught me to be patient, good and kind, She was the first friend I ever embraced. He taught me to be strong, to stand on my own feet, He taught me that back then, and yet teaches me the same, He taught me how I was the best but still could improve, He was the first friend to call me by my name. She was the first one I cried to when Mom yelled at me, She was the one who thought I was prettiest of them all, She taught me to love animals, and humans all alike, She was the first friend who saw me crawl. He was the first one I knew who loved to read, He was one who saw my first tooth break, He taught me how to ride, read and swim, He was the first friend who left and made my heart break. She was crying too when I entered school that first day, The last day, t'was her hug that made me cry the most, She taught me a good friend could heal better ...