The thought was sad he desired her, anyway.
Reaching for her hand Trying to keep his word
his grip slipped and, he thought he heard
her gasp of surprise (a shocked intake of breath)
he interpreted as hope that was really love's death.
I attempted to create a contrapuntal poem with some sort of rhyme scheme. This is interesting but also... lackluster. The subject matter doesn't sit right with the more sing-song nature, either.
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