She was tragically beautiful He was deceitfully charming
What they had was mysteriously criminal.
He clutched sorrow in her, she breathed humility into him...
Something of a poetry, a story or likewise imagination
They were imperfections carved out of oppressed emotions.
They were lovers turned into rebels. They were two soul’s inseparables. Destined to belong together...
Each survivor of the wistful yearning. The scars left by their demised love.
The wounds deepened by world's atrocities.
They were rogue. They were villains. They were war in disguise.
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