At The End Of The Serenade

As The Peacemaker
Went into hiding
The girl of change
Continued to blossom.
Someone new had cut in
Their dance of distress.
The were no drugs in his eyes
She saw only the ocean.
The words on his lips
Soft as rose petals
The temptation of sex
No longer existed.
Instead new temptation
Swelled and crested
Warmed her through and through.
What to call him?
Something as sweet and lovely
As he.
The kindness he gave to her
She knew
Was all the girl of change
Had ever wanted
What she had searched for
In The Peacemaker.
So what to call him?


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