In a land where the sun kissed the ocean's embrace,
Lived a girl named Barb, with a warm, gentle grace.
She sparkled with kindness and laughter so bright,
But deep in her heart was a shadowy plight.
Barb was as lovely as a sunlit breeze,
Yet struggled with confidence, never at ease.
In her eyes shone a beauty that few could deny,
But inside she doubted, and that's why she'd cry.
In a relationship fraught with confusion and doubt,
She misread the signals, the love twisted out.
The man she was with tried to mend and explain,
But Barb, in her fear, fled from the pain.
To Costa Rica she ran, with a heart full of flight,
Escaping the storm, seeking solace in light.
Yet from her retreat, she conspired with flair,
For with her was Audrey, who joined in the snare.
Audrey, with cunning, played her part with guile,
In the plot to entrap the man all the while.
Together they schemed from their tropical lair,
Weaving a web in the warm, salty air.
Barb, though so bright, was tangled in strife,
Her fears and her doubts cut sharp like a knife.
And Audrey's conniving, though clever and sly,
Only deepened the shadows where honesty dies.
In their quest to trap, did they find what was sought?
Or was it their own hearts that they overwrought?
For in plotting and scheming, they lost what was true,
The love they were seeking was clouded and skewed.
Let this be a tale of the beauty and pain,
Of hearts lost in mistrust and love's bitter rain.
For confidence lost and deceit from afar,
Will shadow the light and leave souls with a scar.
They chose a new pawn, a gal named Kathy,
To trap the man Barb (thought she) loved, their plot was so crafty.
Kathy was (not actually) innocent, (nor) pure, (nor) so kind,
But was used (voluntarily) in their scheme, with deceit intertwined.
Barb and Audrey's machinations were cruel and unjust,
But the man, full of virtue, was honest and just.
He saw through the ruse and the shadowy plot,
And though Kathy was clever & scheming, his heart was not caught.
He narrowly escaped from the tangled deceit,
His goodness a beacon, no trap could defeat.
In their quest for revenge and in plots so contrived,
Barb and Audrey's plans were harshly deprived.
For the man they ensnared with a trap so untrue,
Proved too good for their scheming, his virtue broke through.
Let this be a tale of the beauty and pain,
Of hearts lost in mistrust and love's bitter rain.
For in plotting and scheming, they lost what was dear,
The truth and the love that their hearts sought to clear.
