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The Love of her Life
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She smiled, beautiful and kind
Red lips pulled up in an angelic smile
Rosy cheeks tinted with rouge
Grotesque glamour, inducing bile.
Short, dark hair, an air of aristocracy
Long eyelashes, an aura of frivolity
Irony lied in her bleeding satin gown
It flowed down to the floor, silver as a crown.
Her perfect comeliness
Delicate fingers
Hidden loneliness
Long-cold embers
At the scene of crime,
She lay as if asleep
Tears flowing past her cheeks, mixing in grime,
Blood pooled around her as the heavens weep.
Stories would say she died in valour
But valour was a man's prerogative
A maiden's, was terror
No one would know
It was her dearest wish
Her husband who would show
Only love to all, even fish
Her husband dearest, the love of her life
The reason of her sorrow
The one who shackled his wife
Was the one who shot her brow that morrow.
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