He kisses her gently one last time,
Eyes whispering more than words will say –
Resolute – she’s made her choice sublime,
This time she’ll be going home to stay...
On feet that find her house through pure rote,
Restrained now to wear the mask she’s made –
The broken heart lodged in Beauty’s throat
Unleashes the pain of true love betrayed...
Rainy Spring days and hot Summer nights,
Each child’s calendar packed with events –
Dawns assure she’s her husband’s delight,
How she prays her heart would be content...
Even the good times find but an echo,
A hollow sense that something’s amiss –
Rare is Beauty who finds her true beau,
Then, for her vow, lets him go with a kiss...
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Author Notes
Written in abab, cdcd, efef, ghgh rhyme scheme for your reading enjoyment...
Not auto-biographical, folks - I just write what the muse commands ... and we both thank you for reading! ;)
Image of 'AFIFA' by @Hurrain from We Hear It [weheartit.com]
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