𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓵 | 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒹

Different means of persuasion follow this love's tale,
Her growing love for him Anabel tries to battle but fails.
For the Son of Venus has set his arrow on sail.
To escape destiny she might try but it remains on her tail.

With a sigh of defeat Anabel removes from her eyes the arrogant veil.
Into his eyes she looks and finds a beautiful dale.
Where it is only her and her betrothed male.
Pink skies, she catches a glance of as on his face her eyes trail.

"Stop! these walls I built, your words have them frail.
I will take this offer of marriage but from you a few promises I must avail.
Take these to be our wedding vows, tell me, will you leave me in the middle of nowhere when it hails?
Will you forget me if the heavens ever see my mistakes and lead me to jail?
Will our marriage remain even as I lay in a deathbed, unmoving and pale?"

"My lady, you must not talk of death, it makes me hear my own wails.
But yes, yes! In life and even in death our love shall prevail.
In the nights, if we part, words of love I shall write on paper and send through the good Angel as mail."

The two made promises they shall never break, even as they might part in this melancholy tale.

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