He saw her once, a flame in the night,
A jewel too radiant, a forbidden delight.
Her fiancé was weak, too frail to fight,
So he bent the script to claim his right.
He abducted the rival in silence, unseen,
A pawn removed from the bride's serene.
Vows like daggers, yet laced with grace,
She became his captive, his rose in a vase.
Their love grew slowly, no secrets to tame,
Bruises of passion erased her name.
Her gaze returned, his eyes would stay,
As if she had chosen him all the way.
One day, she found a room with a key,
Inside—a chamber of truths, a shrine to be.
Letters, photos, a map of his desire,
A stalker's devotion, a sinner's pyre.
She smiled at his madness, her eyes sly,
For she too had woven the web of lie.
His crime was her wish, her aubade song—
She had planned his obsession all along.