You carved the breath of air in the autumn night.
Its twirls of misty frost barely caught the light.
A sliver of moon- just enough to reveal,
The work of Your hands, and on her arm, Your seal.
Placating treason with outward loveliness
But You shielded his eyes- her lure suppressed.
She is Yours, but her heart is running from You,
He is Yours, but his desire he must subdue.
On that night comes a test when their breath entwines
So close; will they stand before fault undermines?
You carved with care this chance, these hearts, and this night.
And You also know well what story they will write.
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