Fenced

He never his used looking glass
To further contemplate
The diamond in the rough he held
Failed to appreciate

Her too-many facets
Her intellect and whim
All for his sense of pridefulness
What brilliance, lost on him

This woman’s worth upon his life
Her presence in his home
The lack of foresight in him then
Brings his heart now to roam

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