#116

Yet fate decided against her.

Still, her love overflowed.

All the waters
of seas, oceans, and rivers,
even the tears of heaven
that fall from fleeting clouds—
none compare to her love.

The depth into which she was cast
matters not beside
the depth of her compassion.

She is the incarnation
of all-encompassing love,
the ideal, nurturing mother absolute.

Yet fate still decided against her.

Yet she continued to be.

It is unfair, really.

How badly they wished
to break her—
her soul, her being,
even the arch upon her face,
that smile so pure and genuine.

But they failed.

Bruised,
battered,
and bearing tragedies
common to humankind,

still she continued to be.

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