Hustle was his bitter enemy,
his true love was serenity.
His fate tiptoed around adequacy,
until it collided with her gravity.

Their saga of affection, so magnetic,
strangers forecasted their forever.
They rolled on tracks across mountains,
for those hours of amorous endevour.

Three summers in, when clouds came undone,
they realised their affection was titular.
Three summers out, he embraces the same hustle;
her soulmate, which he once claimed was jocular.

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