Patience
As they say is a virtue
And how generous of you
'Cause you unselfishly gave an immense amount.
I admire the effort
And your willingness to wait.
Your perpetual endurance
To put on a joyous face,
A cheerful dispositon,
A vibrant aura,
Amidst the Parisian war.
Facing hunger and strife
With a vain hope
Of a happy ending
With him, with your Monsieur.
Because he was your star
Your own French Cavalier
Your only Crown Prince
Your closest link
To paradise and eternal happiness
And your salvation
He was your reason for being
Your everything.
And you
You were his rock
His faithful friend, bestfriend
His guiding light
For a time, you were his partner
You were his "significant person"
Your name was his first cry
Everytime he’s in trouble.
And just like any other turbulent day or night
You would eagerly come to rescue.
You were happy, and contented
Because you were with him
He gave you his hand.
But for some outlandish reason…
She won his heart.
Though you never had that perfect blonde hair
That flawless, pristine skin
And the rags that you wore were a far cry from
Her fancy satin dresses and gowns
Though she had your man on her first musical note
Though they ended up together, forever
Think of this,
You gave a good fight
You already did your best.
Though it may seemed that God and the universe conspired
To make your life unfortunate and miserable,
It was never like that.
It was bound to happen.
Just remember, your song is the best,
Purest and finest
Declaration of unconditional love.
It is beyond beautiful.
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