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Alone in the red room,

Never a light of love touched my soul.

Darkness and cruelty wrap around me,

Leaving me cold and frightened more than before.



As many had said,

Jane is a liar and a fraud.

My heart contained no truth,

No truth to them at least.



The truth I see,

Is the only truth I know.

Not the same truth they see within me,

Not as truth that they see as a threat that I will bring upon them.



So many nights,

Nights of solemn tears.

Tears of a child,

Whose heart could bear no more.



A heart of steel,

A heart of pride.

A heart as tough as the beholder,

Contained so much hardship and so little affection.



Helen was her name,

The one that burned within me.

From flame to ashes,

From ashes to memories.



Indulgence,

I learned to befriend.

Love,

I treasured secretly forever.



Thornfield,

A place I never knew.

New faces and settings,

Of which I embraced quickly.



A helpless stranger,

Gave me his heart and his soul.

He claimed his love was true,

Yet truth rests only in the darkness of the attic.



A heart of love,

A heart of confusion.

A heart as broken as the beholder,

Contained so much sadness and so little contemplation.



A magician’s disappearing act,

Left him bewildered and lost.

But my escape was not only for myself,

But for him as well.



Three rivers surged from one spring,

Rivers that flowed with such love and compassion.

Filled my hunger of sibling affection,

And sheltered me from the search of my past.



News,

What a lovely word.

Love and riches fell into my possession,

As I became the fourth river of that spring.



Marriage was once again at hand,

But this time not for love but for sacrifice.

St. John’s queer beliefs envelops me,

And swallowed me whole.



A heart of uncertainty,

A heart of loathness.

A heart as indecisive as the beholder,

Contained so much doubt and so little assuredness.



“Jane!”

The stranger called for me.

I couldn’t retain myself,

I had to go to him.



A ruin,

Stood before my watered eyes.

Shock and fear bubbled,

I refused to lose him.



He stood so close,

So close I could feel the agony creep from his skin.

I finally saw,

What my foolish magic had done to my love.



A lover who was handicapped,

I shall be his aesthetic limbs.

A lover who could not see,

I shall be his eyes for eternity.



A heart of pure adoration,

A heart of forever passion.

A heart as confident as the beholder,

Contained so much devoted love and of that only.