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Part 4 - Joy and Mourning
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Belle Sequence She came to me
Bearing beauty she did not recognize,
And in here time here she grew up,
Changing from old child to young woman.
Though at first her refusals were indifferent,
Over time I could tell they hurt to speak,
And they began to hurt me to hear them.
The time with her was beautiful,
Made more so for her acceptance of my appearance.
Her sudden departure devastated me,
For I knew my fate if she did not return.
I watched her the whole week,
And watched the flower I had given her
As it slowly began to fade.
The end of the week came,
And still she remained at home,
Her return put off until the next day.
I saw the rose's remaining petal,
Watched it with dimming eyes
As it drifted from its stem.
It fell to the ground as I did,
As with my last breath
I spoke one final word:
"Belle..."
