Her beauty was her cynosure
People often said she was demure
Her Chatoyant glows whenever she smiles
Everything about her was a mystery
She was admired and envied for her felicity
Then she met change
He was different from her
Luring her to a "what seem" Beautiful
dalliance
He was everything good but inappropriate
She searched for the missing puzzle
It was then she knew she had lost her elixir
Her Naivety, felicity and even her eloquence
Even though she had gained a lot of things and
felt like she finally belonged
She soon realized
It was successful with heavy losses
By Enike Angel
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