Force.

Her golden framed face held the hearts
of too many men, too eager
to see the scene the reflected
image on her thin framed mirror.

His heart was a truth wrapped in smoke.
His countenance shuddered outside
of a philosophy in text, and from a political
point could command, but in her eyes, felled.

A love was held in place by fear and necessity
as all is. Their love was a blank shift
from ambiguity to ignorant force,
to jigsaw pieces smashed together by a stubborn infant.

?

I'm bored.