He has a gentle smile
She thought it for a while
Observing not to take a mile
Lest his patience will fade
Like the moon, it might wane

He looked handsome and caring
She dared call him darling.
Hastiness betrayed her foreshadows
As the wild partook his gentleness
Fondness masked his magnanimity
Like a chameleon he adjusted.

He grabbed her by the throat
Her eyes threatening to fall out
A feign mercy sprouted
He left her, straining for a breath

Memories flood her mind
Her heart burst in regrets
To call this beast a friend
She mourns in bitterness.
Wolf’s smile is worse than lamb’s fury