Portrait: Of a Lady
She had never felt so loved, past threshold
of turning back to familiar home
There was comfort in arms that held
her statuesque form, heart fine honed
His cruelty made her kind, bound to commit
to vows she once thought she could not follow
Free spirit reigned in, free will did permit
dependance on hope's promise, now hollow
Embedded deeply in heart and in mind,
integrity fired truth to be her guide
knowing full well all she would leave behind
To give her best was all she could try
But for the fact she was so much hated
She would not have known love, underrated
Aqua Marine 02/04/2024
Inspiration: Portrait of a Lady by Henry James.
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