Envied and Reviled

Who envies the woman reviled by her kind

Devoid of some social spark deemed essential

 

She is so often silently aware in her youth

Growing angrily so with age

Collapsing like an egg when she’s small

Recoiling like a viper in due time

 

Unless she finds a precarious throne

She is alone but for her suitors

Who merrily annoy her until their intentions are made clear

 

All her heart is set aside for a lover

And all the loyalty the more fortunate innumerably divide

All her tears were spent on fools

She is the sweet fruit for the vanquisher

The perfect mate for the truly strong

The zealous patron of a fiery man

Is this broken woman adrift

Purity preserved

Passion untouched

 

Envied and reviled by her kind

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