Beautiful

Beautiful.
He called her.
A word she could not understand.
A figure she cannot pretend.

Eventually he left.
With nothing
But regret
She willed herself to forget.

But beautiful
He wished her.
A world she may hope.
In time someone would not need to quote.

All finery and famous verses
Wonders and extravagance
To assure they are all she suits.
When all she needs was someone to stay and not to lose.

Beautiful.
She remembered.
How he showed things to her.
And silently she kept him as gratitude forever.

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