Bella
Her story quietly injected derives no form of recollection
But if a picture spoke a thousand words
Look to the background, You will see no humming birds.
As camouflaged beneath Bella's sultry brown eyes
You will witness the face that launched a thousand tearful cries
An object of desire yet devoid of affection
Painful now finds Bella, Her own beautiful reflection
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