*Illustration reference:
after John William Waterhouse's
"Ophelia" (1910)
With every year that passes, a thousand sunrises
She enchants like a seraph, full of surprises
Her beauty resplendent, with a glance mesmerizes
Soft, yet uncurbed, she will wear no disguises
You think unassuming, she lives quietly
The spotlight is where she never will be
She champions truth, she upholds loyalty
Those whom she loves she does passionately
When roused to occasion, she has fire-like spit
Enlivened by cause even littlest bit
On a whetstone she sharpens her razor-like wit
You aim to defy? She will not stand for it!
She is an icon, in the tale of my choosing
Spellbound you fall, as restraint you are losing
Adored and beloved, this lovely young woman
A remarkable soul, step-by-step, she’s becoming…
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