She was a full bloomed flower Poised,grateful and gentle Brimming with love,selfless and secure But you plucked her petals,one by one Slipping by the hands of trust. And now she's engulfed in a web of lies Broken,bruised and burnt She was your admirer,once and forever. For you were the sun. And she was the earth. Just stop questioning her, Over her self discovery. For you've made a narcissist recovery.