Purgatory

 

He is like fire;

She is like water,

the cooling comfort

of lapping waves,

washing away all pain.

He’s like a cat

that’s just caught a mouse;

he could reject her

and make her feel

so insignificant.

Yet she’s patient

and full of kindness;

she would forgive him

even when she’s burnt

by blazing inferno.

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