Tragedy makes her more beautiful,
The vulnerability in her tone of voice,
Her hesitation in her discourse,
The trembling of her fingers,
The wavering of her eyes,
The complete destruction of a wonder woman’s confidence.
She has entered a new stage,
A stage in which she knows nothing of what is good,
She only knows what she feels,
She only feels what she does,
There’s no longer rationality behind her actions,
The rapid transformation of a wonder woman’s sentiment.
She has a strange loyalty to the past,
Promises never broken,
Only discontinued due to death,
Death of her soulmate, she will never forget,
The Hollow space where her heart used to be,
The constant reminder of a wonder woman’s heartache.
Alas, a knight in knitted clothes,
Gave his all and enough,
She just required a simple man,
To be a companion, a new love,
A man to seek her till he finds,
A man to treat her with delicacy,
A man to honour her fragility,
She, the Parisian beauty,
The innocent deer in the valley,
She? The wonder woman, Nathalie
Copyright © REGINA OLADIPO | Year Posted 2013
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