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more than 20 summers ago
trusting in the prompting within her
in his chamber she was sweetly invited
happily, she glided
the sweet, innocent face he touched
countenance glistened, searching for her dreams
of culture bright she was enveloped
in ecstasy, she shivered, driven by hope
only half of him she has seen
his house of pain she has never been shown
the burrowed claws put confusion in her dreams
the child-like heart, hasting feet searching, wandering
silent pains slept behind the solid walls
the frozen heart bruised so deep
suppressed submissiveness about to snap
she cleaved to the raiment of hope
the wandering stranger invading
her impiously, devastating her religiously
the bruised ego she traded
for resolution, of freedom lay hidden
the injured truth he tried to defend
she only laughed at his love and double pride
undaunted, she took a mortal leap
a new hope waiting for her grip
a bitter dose he has to taste
in moonless nights he sleeps
he pays too high a price
for many, secret lies
the weary heart has come to life
she laughed the tears away,
quaffed the freedom wine
the evening stars so brightly shines
like summer bird flapping its renewed wings
free to roam and fly again
she looks back on the love that was
she smiles, safe in her sylvan house.
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