He hailed from the North,
she was born in the West.
Their meeting coincidental,
they came to call it blessed.
His beer began most bitter,
she sipped sweet vermouth.
Lost in her big blue eyes beheld
beauty had the power to soothe.
Her lips a ruby red rouge,
his past had been mostly black.
When her arms wrapped around him
felt free to push demons back.
They held each other on the sofa,
each kiss asked after an encore.
The waitress took their empties
even as they kissed some more.
As the birds fly to the South,
sure as sun rises in the East;
the heart can heal all wounds,
love & beauty can slay the beast.
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