She wasn’t the girl I hoped for.
Not the kind to fall
head first
for rosy promises
of land and protection.
She was weary
afraid
and she was beautiful.
Her rejection made sweet
by her smile
easily turning water into wine.
A dangerous thing, intoxicating.
My only choice was
to put my foot
in front of the other
away from her.
Inspired from the film Far From the Madding Crowd (2015).
Wandering Mind 