Asylum

As she came out of that dingy room
the wind stroked her,
receiving her gladly into this new world.
Flower, happy faces, smiles
welcome! they all cried
it was huge,
they all grinned welcoming her.
She longed for this attention in another world.
Tip toes
felicitous dancing,
they all surrounded her
each contrarily cracked.
Something seemed so analogical,
it was a joyous day.
Asylum was not such a bad place after all.

Her desire to look beautiful

Oh! how much she'd change over the years
her body almost like a loose bag,
swollen and inflated with age.
Everyday she'd caress her snowy settled tresses,
mold them graciously with her ever shaky hands
and smile she did
exaggerating her faint farrowed face,
smile she did
looking at her unmatched shape.
Her laugh disclosed her devoid aperture,
the laugh men craved for years back
Alas! it became her unparagoned lack
but she was a woman of no reluctance,
It never really ended, remnant
her desire to look beautiful. 

Her idea of romance

He, who belonged to the cavalry,
she wasn't searching for
but for the one who's ways merged with her's.
A gallant prince she wasn't seeking
for rugged austere seemed more seductive.
Man, erudite enough appealed her
not a merchant with too many words.
A man's fancy possession she wasn't willing to be
but a woman of threat to his conscience.
A master reader she covet
to elate her idea of romance.