Spring Ended Their Gloom

Gloom died when life began to rise (I tried to write it in iambic heptameter with a different rhyme scheme than most couplet poetry, just trying it out :) )

He was a broken record,

Forced to repeat himself.

She was a wild, loose cannon,

Memories on the top shelf.

He wanted someone fickle,

He wanted change in his life.

She lived on the steep edge,

She wanted to be a wife.

They found each other one spring day,

Watching the seeds of life bloom

And then their love became real,

And so ended their deep gloom.