Nevertheless Poem by Ella Goodman

Nevertheless, she cried,
Her eyes filled with innate love,
Her heart full of hope,
That some day she could freely uncurl.
Be lost in his arms,
With no worries to make her sore,
Cling on in those warm embrace,
That vanished all her inhibitions,
Made her feel allure.

She could not openly shed those tears,
Though a thousand times her heart felt the spears,
She was expected to be strong,
A modern woman,
With perhaps devoid of feels.
She was too bold to love,
To confess her feels,
Stoic and upright, to her
love was not a good deal.

'The world is much a busy space,
So much to head on to achieve.
Scale the heights, dive the depth,
Fly high towards the beginning.
So why shed tears, crave for love,
That weakened your zeal? '
Thus she thought, proud and vain,
Her stubborn soul,
Baying the wordly pain.

Nevertheless, she cried,
For having broken her vow,
Let feelings rule supreme.
To crave for warmth, care and embrace,
The ones that so long she not knew.
Her mind forbade, her heart it cringed,
Begging her soul to once just feel
Weakened by hearts solemn desire,
When she thus tried to love,
Knell of times rocked her cart,
Vanity betrayed struck her hard.
And hence the drops rolled down her cheek,
Innate desires once again put down to sleep.