Ladies have made men do things beyond their expectations. Men have climbed challenging mountains because they are after impressing a lady. So a lady can be a great motivation to any males prowess.
Wherever there is a lady, any man who is there will try to impress her. One, though poor, will try to prove how rich they are. Each man, am sorry to say, will attempt to outdo all the other men and at times make fools of themselves.
Why do men behave awkwardly in front of a lady? It goes without say that all animals in the world has such tendencies. Cocks will fight each other while dogs will compete to gain access to the bitch.
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The same thing happened to me when I was young. As a teenager, I had a lovely girlfriend whom I loved quite dearly. Mary, as that was the girls name also did reciprocate my love.
As lovebirds, we walked each other in alleys, in the forest and even parks as we gazed lovely into each other's eyes. We held hands, played games and even danced together. We could cuddle and hug each other for lengthy periods. Yes, we walked together in purple rain
We were the envy of all the village teenagers. There were those who wanted to spoil for us with mudslinging us against each other. Yet our love held tightly. The old people were not happy with our love. Our parents kept on reprimanding us of being too young for love.
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Suddenly and without warning, Marie, as I called her deserted me. She did not ever wanted to see me. I wondered what I had done wrong to warrant such treatment.
I was a sick man! My walk was staggering like somebody quite intoxicated on local illicit the brew. My health began detororiating and my countenance changed drastically. I was a total mess. Marie wanted nothing to do with me.
I became the laughing stock of the village. They mocked and ridiculed me. Marie refused to take my calls. My frequent visits to her home bore no fruit. The hunter had suddenly become the hunted.
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A vein snapped I my brain. Something surprising was about to happen!
I took a pen and paper.
Poetic words began dancing on the paper. Everything was about Marie.
the love I feel is like drizzly springs
I wondered where the words were springing from. Those five stanzas we're powerful. Each stanza began with the letter of Marie's name. I felt so happy with myself. When I sent the poem to Marie, just like a miracle, she came back to me.
Marie, the apple of my eye.
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