She stood staring at the pianos keys, covered with glass,
the glass he had shattered in his red hot fiery rage
upon learning that she had danced with a man of class
who was not he. She was dumbfounded, unable to engage.
This man, an artist at the keyboard who she hoped to marry
had, over a dance rejected her, and would listen to no plea.
She was devastated and felt she had done no wrong. Gary
must recant and ask her forgiveness or she was totally free.
His face was lived and his eyes were glazed with hate.
She smiled, hoping to reconcile, but he looked through her,
as if she did not exist. The situation was certainly not great,
but hope surged in her heart! Unfortunately he acted like a cur.
Their romance, like the shattered glass was hopelessly broken,
never to be mended because he was a jealous angry fool.
She felt liberated, glad that before commitment, she had a token
of his real being, an ogre at best. She'd not be his simple tool.
She withdrew any possible connection to this frightful beast
and vowed to find another of pure and giving heart
to find a true and compassionate man; a love feast
who in true romance would provide her a jump start.
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