Ominous is the morning that dawns on the wings of a night's sad goodbyes,
clouding her path and robbing her of smiles,
so she broken hearted perceives as tears stream from her sore eyes,
she sighs at her lot in life,
To be thought unloved her presence slowly evanescent,
she questions her sanity her very essence,
still for love to come her way she remains persistent,
her soul torn, forlorn at convention's insistence,
Incomplete she isn't though she thinks it,
lovely she is though through her looking glass she can't see it,
her fears she will soon realise is her mind's little deceit,
hopelessness is not for her she is not weak,
This one was moved to write,
her plight needed telling,
this bard hopes he caused no wrong in his writing,
he hopes she's smiling.
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