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The Portrait

The Portrait

I stalled at her, I gazed at her then I looked into the mirror, 

I stalled at her, I gazed at her then I looked into the mirror, 

Who is she ? What is she ? 

Pretty enough for the riveted eyes, 

Quiet enough to resonate peace to every passerby,

Quelled enough for some wondering whys, 

Crimsoned enough for some answers in awry. 

Who is she ? What is she? 

No ask for the Worldly treasures, her seclusion craved more fairness in cries, 

No blame on the candour of reign, doth her purity matched all forces beyond universe, 

No claim on the privilege of supremacy, she wouldn’t care of her birthright fame,

No taint on the people of hate, she wouldn’t dare to sway her realm, 

I stalled at her, I gazed at her then I looked into the mirror, 

I stalled at her, I gazed at her then I looked into the mirror,

Who is she ? What is she? 

Her royalty spoke so loud, it tweaked for the wake of humanity, 

Her light so bright, it chafed their scorched hearth from every corner, 

Her dreams flickered more déjà vu, it shone more freedom and some honest trues,

Her honour marred their worth, it flared more glory of her devotion and love, 

Who is she ? What is she? 

She was made of valour and still be frail in darkest of hours, 

She was an effervesce of courage and no rage could seethe her manor, 

She was a praise to the skies, yet be a rave to fire who stood envy and frayed, 

She was an effigy of an eternal soul, her holiness be divine in the eyes of god, 

I stopped at her, I gazed at her then I looked into the mirror, 

I stopped at her, I gazed at her then I looked into the mirror. 

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