In love he dwelled, with a heartache so profound,
A secret burden, he wished not to expound.
For he foresaw a fate, a truth he could not evade,
A life soon fading, in the shadows of the grave.
He yearned to shield her from impending woe,
To keep her heart from bearing the sorrowful blow.
A baseless feud, a tempest of their own design,
To sever ties, to protect her fragile heart twine.
Her anger flared, their love torn asunder,
Unbeknownst to her, it was a selfless blunder.
And in the passing months, as destiny decreed,
He left this world, his soul finally freed.
Her mother revealed the truth, the somber news,
He had departed, leaving her with the blues.
His mother whispered why he played this cruel part,
To spare her grief, to heal her broken heart.
In tears, she wept, her soul in mourning's hold,
For he had been the cure, her heart consoled.
Yet now he was gone, their love forevermore,
A destiny's cruel game, a bitter, tragic score.
It seemed that fate had played a bitter hand,
Tearing them apart, in a world so unplanned.
For if not for destiny, so cruel and sad,
They could've been together, and life less mad.

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