He always loved her,
Nothing could replace her, not even myrrh.
Her long brown hair was like the ground,
Someone he could always rely on.
Her eyes were bright as the blue sky,
Even when the sky wanted to cry.

She always loved him,
Even when he injured his rock-like limbs.
His dark brown hair were like gems,
Something that worthy of a diadem.
His green-colored eyes always seemed to be full of wonder,
Striking into the world like thunder.
His body reminded her of the maple trees,
They were strong, sturdy, sweet, and free.

He fought the battles for her,
Charging forward, hitting his horse with his spur.
She was always by his side,
Wanting to help him, no matter how hard he tried.
He was her perfect world,
She was his precious pearl.

The heavens cry for mercy,
As he fights on like Percy.
She cries for him to stop,
As her tears fall like rain-drops.
He’s stabbed in his rib and collapses,
The ground meeting his knee-caps.
She straddles him in her arms,
As he swore to protect her from harm.
She swore her own oath then,
She will always love her minute-man.

“Til death do us part,” She said.
“And you will never leave me in this state of dread.”
He didn’t understand then,
But would understand when they were old and at their end.