Metamorphosis

She weaves her pain into a tapestry,

A masterpiece of heartbreak, thread by thread,

However, my ex-lover, the artist of my soul,

Turn every complaint into desire.

The loom of love, once tangled, has now been unraveled,

From the thread of suffering, a brilliant fabric shines,

At every point, a story to tell,

In his caress, she lives her wildest dreams.

My body is like two rivers flowing together

Flowing from despair to the edge of ecstasy,

My pain is reborn, a phoenix in fire,

In his arms, she found herself again,

No longer needed him!

She was proud of herself!