MANACLE
Throwing pebbles at her window, he's her Romeo but he doesn't know how her mother hates him so, burning tears whenever she has a go. Bound together by the banns, all that's left on their left hands is a manacle that year by year gives an ever tighter squeeze.
Squinting through the window, to see who she knows, a plate in her hand as she stamps into the room, throws his dinner at his feet in the smoke-filled gloom. Bound together by the banns all that's left on their left hands is a manacle that year by year gives an ever tighter squeeze.
Double takes at the window it's a face he knows then his colour rose as she smiles with those lips so red, jumble of thoughts tumble through his head. All those years all those plans, slips his gloves onto his hands as he reaches out to pull her close in an ever tighter squeeze.
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