Second life

The world is full of fearless girls who fought
Against the world to marry their true love
And lost.
               A few stayed single, rose above
Their grief — without an angry, bitter thought —
And filled their hearts with books and friends and tea.
But some, by parents, forcibly were yoked
To someone strange and broke, their spirit choked.
Yet others met a stranger destiny:
An unknown husband, then unexpected bliss
From roses, strollers, jobs and real estate.
For some, romance, again. The rest still wait
For a second chance, for love's addictive kiss.

We say that life deprived of love is death.
We’re wrong. What life requires is hope and breath.

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