Mysterious Maiden- Part 2
By Nanditha Ram
A maiden with a heart so vile in a town broken and futile. A yearn for love and desire but poems that hurt and admire. Lure the gent into love. Wearing him like a worker's glove Unbeknownst the treachery of her heart He willingly goes for his hope yet lasts.
The union unholy to behold and feel But make the lovers innocently kneel For who could fight the power of love The power to make you lost in your own grove One fails to seek, The other seeks no love. A maiden with a heart so vile, A man just as heinous of crime An infatuation or love to last Only the timekeeper can tell us that.
By Nanditha Ram

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