Penelope Israel

Princess since birth not very far from Greece

Enveloped in leaves that drifted for her

Negating autumn's mastery for peace

Entertaining the way we are and were

Living on the edge of unhappiness

Orbiting her Self with normal futures

Purity purified for happiness

Engendered with a number of sutures

Invigorating her stance with loving

Suspending the world for love at first sight

Rooting her needs in an inner coving

Anticipating the present affright

Eager to love him, she waited for years

Lingering, she lost count of her sweet tears

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Dedicated to my new and final love.