She suffers in shame
Though they think she has none.
But then, who ever would ever guess.
She smiles too well.
The things we do for love.
Regret? No, she doesn't regret.
Nor will she forget
How he tenderly held her face in his hands.
For that moment alone she will sell her soul.
Has sold it whole.
The things she does for love, or something like it.
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