Comme Il Faut Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

She never expressed,
Never unclothed herself,
Hid everything,
Struggled to cover
Her soft inside
As it's comme il faut;
I knew her soft parts,
How desperate she was
To have, and to hide;
I couldn't leave at it,
Because I saw all
‘Neath her elegant cover,
The flush of forceful flows
Of tender feelings
In selflessness.

She's an angel,
Perhaps an insult to so call,
She's an angel among angels
In her look,
More so within
In soul and thoughts,
Sovereign gold,
Crystal-like pure,
Verily Goddess in human form;
As I leave not at it,
Nor different I could,
A dilemma
I couldn't resolve;
Whenever I reached,
Farther she hid.

She is bold,
And pure like gold,
So elegant within,
She can't hurt any;
She was in conflict -
Without stood against
The countenance within,
A rebellion in process
Against the self
For what's comme il faut;
Selfless as she is,
She chose to burn
And shed light outside;
It shattered her within,
She bore it in resoluteness.

I witnessed all,
Could do nothing then,
Save turn analeptic,
Cover her wounds;
Alas, she spurned all,
Lest slip from chosen course,
Banished me from there,
Forcing to run for a cover;
She never retracted,
And broke within,
She threw all her gifts
Left, right, a'where,
And stripped of all,
She lives ascetic life
In devotion to love.