A Lady in Black Heels (a revision in rhyme)

A lady in black heels,
In a black gown to match
And a soft fragrant white hat
Undeniably a great catch

Gracefully following my lead
Her footprints etched for good
Leaving an impression everywhere
We went, proudly she stood

But our affections disappear
Much like her footprints do
Because I’m not satisfied,
And she knew it too

She starts seeming less sharp
We try again, fail again
Then we turn the page
Again, the endless chain.

Same route, different paths
Perhaps. Then she starts to age
Real fast, she shrinks with time,
But I grow, out of this cage

I grow up as a writer, and away
from my pencil, my loyal love
The lady in black heels! Feeble,
and greatly shrunk, a dying dove

Unable to match my lead, she was
A pale shadow of days gone,
Faithful she was, till the very end
But me? No! I had to move on!

To another lady in black heels
In a gown that shines bright
The one that died is just a martyr
Of a love story I continue to write.

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