It wasn't my intention, to build a Fortress Heart,
a stronghold to protect in self defense.
But there it was, a monument, to dreams which fell apart,
and all my actions, lacking common sense.

I learned the hard way not to trust, as I'd been made a fool,
for love I'd given those who would deceive.
A solemn vow was made, to let no-one over rule,
or lower my defenses and believe.

Barren months segue'd to years, the landscape turned to brambles.
Each passing day, the mortar, I applied.
The strong facade, well hid the fact, that my heart was in shambles,
for romance had become my genocide.

Weary from the battles, the drawbridge slipped a knot,
exposing weakness in it's hallowed walls.
Then Lo! the marauding intruder, invaded on the spot.
To the victor all the spoils, will befall.

We squared off, and circled; his rogue heart seeking mine.
This test of will just got the man excited.
I parried, and he thrust himself, into the sweet divine.
T'was plundered by the nomad, uninvited.

All hail the conquering hero. I'm captivated as his Queen.
The Fortress fell; the ruins his foundation.
Till Kingdom come, I hold him now, within my deep ravine,
our love fullfilled with great exhiliration.

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