Evanescent
Happy with the little gifts of life, It is not the moon she sought. Some sweet words of love, Were they too much to plead? Her glory, her pride She bequeathed it all From monarchs to marionettes She chose to fall.. A la Donna e mobile she might have been All but in matters of love For love is what she was born to serve She withered herself for others to bloom Her assiduity to love is indeed god's boon.. You craved for eternal beauty? Just look into her soul a benevolent heart Free from all fouls . But nobody realized Her , Always showing deference and yes sir! People hurt her, and became infidel Taken for granted, but she never rang a bell. Hurt was she from inside, But never cried because of her pride. Commiserations from friends, she did not want Doleful poems and songs were all she could chant. Eventually it got to her, That the smallest gifts she sought Were indeed those which could never be bought. Now her heart has a void She is u...