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 unemotional and stoic.
For she was there, omnipresent
But love was not true to her, evanescent.
Some sweet words of love she wanted,
Were they too much to plead?
Her life gave her the answer
Yes, indeed!
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 unemotional and stoic.
For she was there, omnipresent
But love was not true to her, evanescent.
Some sweet words of love she wanted,
Were they too much to plead?
Her life gave her the answer
Yes, indeed!
I love this poem :)
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