To her

Just met a friend, great and mature she is, 

but not from age. 

Poor child, so young, yet some may see her stressed wrinkles as old. 

She's been through a great length of pain.

Once in love. 

Silly as they said. 

She did went through lengths for this boy. 

However, she did not see, that she deserved better than this. 

Not from him, not him. 

Out of kilter would be what people saw in him. 

Perfection was his image to her. 

One day, she came to think that marriage was the answer to be. 

That it is time, and that she would say yes. 

to him, only him.

Before any certain proposal, a tiny bump came to her beautiful life. 

They say when a woman is happy of the thought of a pregnancy, 

she's ready. 

The devil she's been with revealed himself. 

Forced the happiness out of her, through blood and pain. 

With no thoughts given through. 

The small bump of happiness was not given a chance by the devil for a head start. 

In pain she was, a pill down the throat, 
blood came riverling the once being a bundle of joy.

This story, however, doesn't end here.

The girl healed, 

she learned,

she moved on,

the girl grew stronger.

Now she is in a land of opportunities,

away from devil himself.

This story is still moving forward.

And I know it will have a happy ending.