Once upon a time,
There was a woman
She was naïve, well-formed
She possessed the delicacy of rice paper
A generous heart of porcelain,
Overflowing with loving purposes
With a soul of solicitous intentions
But punished with blurry judgements
A rare butterfly with shuttered wings
Once upon a time,
There was a woman
Who dare to feel boundless love
But she learnt that love is
What we give solely to those who merit
Our bleeding hearts
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