She was a gentle soul, the epitome of grace and kindness
Her life's path had been rough being death's recipient
A soul she loved dearly had been taken away when young
But still she had the fortitude to carry on with strength
Her home was the embodiment of kindness and hospitality
One could go assured of welcome and food without paucity
Her entire family was of one mind in offering services
Perhaps they werent rich, but yet were without blemishes
On first sight she attracted attention, exuding grace
Her soul's inner light was reflected in her kind face
Always smiling and looking on the life's cheery side
There was nothing that could throw her off her stride
Bonds were formed with effortless ease, almost unaware
But before long there was a definite love to be shared
She was very caring and always wanting for others the best
When she sensed trouble, she could never be fully at rest
Life deals its most cruel hand to its most gentle flowers
Pain thus visited her when society's opinion differed
The very source of her love turned into the origin of pain
She suffered unimaginably during eight seasons of refrain
Blood drained inexorable along with love from her heart
She never was able to quite get over those who depart
Yet she never once cursed or wished ill on the protagonist
She was truly the violet shedding fragrace on antagonist
There are some who suffer in life misfortunes immense
Yet their situation is not to be pitied for its essence
They come to teach us a lesson about love and great sacrifice
I learnt that from her, as life moves gently towards its demise
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