He was in a war,
with his competing emotions,
Flanking from all direction,
Forcing him to battle,
The surging thoughts day and night.

And in such moment despair,
she appeared,
Like shower of rain,
On a arid land,
She gently squeezed his hand,
With eyes brimming love,
And he saw a thousand possibilities,
To battle the evil,
And he marched forward,
With valiant strides,
As for now she was by his side.

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