WSJ Love Poem

March 22, 2013
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A weapon of doom.
An arrow, ready to emerge.

A flare, a spark, a potential
To capture someone’s love.

Aiming for a broken heart,
Forming an unbreakable proposal.

Hoping to develop a new initiative.
The secret of “How?” wondered.

The dullness breaks.
Ready to fight, the excitement builds.

She stands with welcoming arms.
His tensions of finding her is growing.

The stealthiness of the arrow settles in.
A true bond made.

They search for days
To what seems as a timeline of years.

Finally they meet.
They close the deal.

A weapon of doom.
An arrow ready to reemerge.

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