- She sits on a throne of dogged desire,
- Having reclaimed the worth once held so near;
- A perfected vision of her empire,
- Rule of her sole world of the cavalier.
- The road here was pavéd in misery,
- Personal mire of unparalleled strife;
- Felicity, a burning memory,
- Alone, a rekindled passion for life.
- And yet she finds there's still plenty to do,
- Her resolve remains indefeasible;
- Roots of spurious desire are but moot,
- As is the power of such principle.
- But what of him? thy verse left unfinished,
- Beloved, your loose ends she hadn't wished.
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