He focused on her like a complex scenario One that required patience Effort and more patience again Like... Learning cursive
She could only be written softly Strokes feather light and thread thin An error would ruin her detail Bruising her beauty... Just bruising!
He cannot adapt to such delicacy To such supreme standards He is too bold and too CAPITAL Nothing italics can fix
So, for her He lost his title Minimized and became less bold No longer commanding and dark
She noticed him then Now that he is a Calibri Boy
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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