The pain of love
That was not hers was
The pain that she
Lived with forever
The love for him
Was put in a closet
A pink beautiful closet
With a big lock on it
She sometimes opened the lock
To then caress that love
To feel it in her bosom
Lost in world of HIM
And when it was time to act
In the outer world of people
She put the love back in the pink closet
To relish another time
Love made her vagabond
She was Careless in the world
She lived unkempt
Delirious like drunk
The love in that pink closet
When she was grey
Still was the pure wild love
That she carried with her in her death
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