Standing Up

Searching for a heart to sunder,
To rip and tear; to hurt and plunder.
With vengeful grin, intention lewd,
Lies of lust, to her he cooed.

Forever more was weapon one,
With gold and diamonds soon to come,
Disillusioned in him she placed,
Faith a-bounding, her heart raced.

To those she knew, it was so clear,
And in their hearts was only fear.
But for one man, to watch was wrong,
His love for her indeed too strong.

The other’s deception was skilled indeed,
To her, his water sweet as mead.
So into action was put a plan,
To reveal to her, he was but a flan.

A trail of roses placed with care,
Brought her to a place so fair,
The note had said to meet him there,
For she was the one that he held dear.

But as the field came into view,
She lost all sense of what to do.
It was not her that he held near,
His infidelity now all too clear.

And as her tears began to fall,
There was one who watched it all.
He walked up, and by her side,
Offered a needed place to hide.

A gentle hand wiped tears away,
She felt loved, in every way.
Finally she’d been set free,
Now in true love, with him she’d be.