A path of golden bricks did not appear
nor did their love survive each passing year
like irksome weeds grave complications grew
outside the rain an omen with “I do.”
One Friday night a t-shirt contest wet
when through the crowds their eyes imploring met
her aspirations as a wife to be
while a wild cougar on the prowl was he.
Two clashing hearts can’t force a jointed climb
not once upon a lonely wayward time.
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