Woven with hope and worn with pride her veil shadows a short lived smile. He was hers for a while. She was his since the trial, but life has won and now a measure for her pain there’s no dial.
A heart too free for this tale now her lips set sail and an island of pleasures await. But not until this curse of her first she must break, and to no end there’s risks she shall take, for only her flaws, not her wants she can fake.
Now with waves of relief washing the stains from her grief and inscribing a hope shaped model of her heart, its only she that can drown her past. Revive her once lost love of self and art and swim in the sea like they once did, back when life was bliss, back at the start.