you aspired to all not there
and found love you couldn't declare
lovers jilted you time and again
with no one there to dull your pain
you shielded Charles from all you knew
your true self revealed to only a few
your dreams hid under a veil of smiles
your mind meandered many fanciful miles
starved of sophistication you so admired
you sought what your heart truly desired
boredom encompassed your life external
fashions of Paris shimmered in your journal
but sadly Paris you never did see
alas your story is now history
forbidden love stole your life away
and now you'll not see another day
arsenic was the answer to your life pains
convinced you were you'd never love again
yield you couldn't to mundane contentment
your end was Charles' long death sentence
alas poor Charles he found your letters
leaving him estranged and torn in tatters
his awkwardness you grew to abhor
he hurt 'til his heart could ache no more
now Madame Bovary you'll never know
you were loved and tears for you flowed
but poor Charles just couldn't see
how both your lives were a tragedy
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| Madame Bovary and the bust of her creator, Gustave Flaubert |
