Her sweet countenance befitted her benevolence,
her sheer humility in all her undertakings,
and no matter the circumstance, she arose unscathed,
as if an angel’s wings her protection,
and eyes did pry into her detailed life,
in every quarter no privacy availed,
and judged she was for her every word and deed,
as if she alone dictated life itself.
The swarm of interest and love and judgement
followed her short life like a weight,
and currents of unhappiness began to swirl within her,
as jealous those who saw the adoration,
and felt it detracted from their own expectations,
and so contention filled her ranks,
and she had to flee before it was too late,
but she was too good for this world.
Fate had other plans,
and so one night in the city of love
a chase ensued, the dark spotlight of fame
encroached upon her reality,
and in but a moment twisted metal and glass
sealed her fate, and she was gone,
at the hands of those who sought her,
those who infringed upon her every moment.
Sadly mourned her loss hurt the world,
gave reason to understand just what they had lost,
and just how special this young women was,
not because of royalty, fame, beauty,
but because she cared for people,
made us all look inept,
and despite protocol, limitations and judgement,
she endured, and made a difference.
Tony DeLorger © 2016