The Widow


A woman without the touch of man
Death did them part with no regret at all
Long life devoid of love had not been her plan
Belonging to the world, a wrongful call
Interaction being greater delight
Queen without a king and no realm to dwell
To her, celibacy being a blight
When man left, the joyful feel yelled farewell
The touch of body had once made her alive
No other feeling can impede her crave
The widow once acted in love, but now deprived
Began a bride but then a widow made
With no greater love to call her home
The widow will wander the earth alone

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