The first buds of spring, before summer begins, she saw him, felt her heart melt. To this very day, she would never be able to say in words, just how she felt. For him she was the Goddess Persephone, his eyes worshipped and adored. But their love ended up, shattered to pieces, like the blade of a Samurai's sword. In the preceding years, she had no doubts or fears, it was unbridled passion, love. Truly she thought, a match made in heaven, conceived by the God's above. Love started changing, his thoughts rearranging, he began wearing another suit. Other women were not the apple of his eye, he yearned for the forbidden fruit. His jealousy blind, his confused state of mind, the symptoms of his unnatural desire. She became the victim of his visceral attempts to put out his unquenchable fire. His clenched fists, her bruised wrists transpired when clear eyes became opaque. The whipping boy who left this Angelic beauty, bleeding at loves torture stake.
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