From across the room her heart is caught,
Tangled in that dark hair and dashing smile.
His eyes speak of innocence,
From his mouth flows comfort.
Oh how sweet young love is.
The days unfold with delightful dates,
Everyone enjoys his company.
Perfect moments come in waves,
But each debate dissolves in his kiss.
This surely must be true love.
Wrapped up in the comfort of being young,
Until her stomach turns without consent,
Thoughts of loneliness proven wrong.
The soon to be lucky mother and wife.
Who would ever want anything else?
Disapproving looks come as greetings,
She’ll prove to them that she is strong.
Until the sting of his hand severs the tension,
The words from his tongue grasp her throat.
But still they profess his love.
The years unravel in a steady motion.
Three miracles later her smile has faded.
That gleam of love now glossed over.
Weakness painted across a guilt-stricken face.
What is love anyways…
Until the day his hands cross the tracks,
To territory she’d never known.
Her hidden strength sparked like a match.
This capsized ship shall sail again,
But love calls for a different captain.
Time for transformation in a foreign land.
Scared and meek, but determination shall prevail.
Close those eyes and open them,
Three strong girls holding hands.
The nightmare’s over and love’s dream has began.
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