Pretty Can Be A Curse

Had she ever truly been loved? Or had men only used her for her beauty? She'd had plenty of sex, Now, she wondered if she'd only been A momentary thrill, someone's plaything. They'd whisper charming words in her ear Until their agendas were achieved. But then, she remembered The one man who'd only gazed upon her With eyes of adoration Always the gentleman, he'd never taken liberties He only hugged and kissed her, fully-clothed. Quietly, he exercised self-restraint And put her dignity before his desires. With tears in her eyes, she remembered, And grieved that he was now dead.