She could, ere she would, they all would agree,
Out-shine the summer sun
She could, ere she would, but never she did
Light worlds as none had done.
She played in a field that was too frail
Innocent games too real, too deeply
She gave her soul in the light of love
To one who took it cheaply
She ran, she hid, to hide the hurt;
Yet hidden, a flame still grew
She recovered her soul, yet lost it too,
The warmth having altered its hue
She grew, she bloomed, she reeked with life,
Her hurt still festered in her
She plied her charms in a game of her youth
Nourishing other's hunger
She laughed at love, and lust, and life
And played her part with a fervor
She laughed, she cried, she made the rounds
Spreading warmth as it served her
She rode winds on thespian wings of reality
Escaping from life's excursion
She explained to the world she was keenly aware
of this "temporary state" or "diversion"
She'd cut out pain in her life, she thought
With the skill of a master surgeon
Yet poets would say, and I would agree
She lived and she died a virgin
