Bella donna why is there pain behind your beauty, torment inside your smile.
Hidden by the beauty of your form.
What is ascetics with out context, the monna lisa with our her smile or the Venus with out her charms?
Hollow beauty is but a passing moment that fades quickly from the mind. A great tragedy that plays out too often
Admiration of form does not endure but within the cruel hearts of those not worthy of the title of men.
They who would buy and sell a lioness simply to have her kept and tamed. To have her simple
What then my bella donna. What beauty is there in the eyes of a woman divorced from her heart.
What fire is there in the heart of a lioness that resigns herself to her cage?
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