Random Leaf #1962 precisely cut

He was never inconsiderate

to her.

He would always

place her in high regard.

This will always be true.

So much so,

let all the clouds in the sky

cry forever,

and make a new ocean

if such a bold claim were false.

But—

to her,

he was.

For she lived in a world

he never knew

he had made.

To her,

he became a hunter,

and she a prized game—

But she was more than that.

And she too wanted love.

Yet his devotion

became a cage,

a love she never wanted.

So much so,

she alone could cry a river

far longer and older

than eternity itself.

But—

he was never aware.