The Maiden:

Forged in fire, hardened in frost's embrace,
Brought to life to illuminate this space.
Her heart, a beacon in a world of shadow and woe,
Virtues rare, a soul ablaze, where dreams dare to grow.

Her spirit, undimmed by battles fierce and cold,
A resilient flame, in adversity bold.
Seeking in the darkness for a hand to hold,
To share the journey, to conquer the untold.

For miles she wanders, through snow and scorching sands,
Across vast steppes and distant, rugged lands.
Facing trials from man, the flu, and nature's cruel hand,
her light shines bright, amidst the desolate expanse.

A soul she seeks, to merge with her own light,
A kindred soul, to merge with her luminous might,
To share her laughter, to soothe her plight.
To share joys and sorrows, through day and night.
Her wish, her dream, whispered in the night,
To find a love that's true, a bond that's right.
To find true love's embrace, pure and bright.

She gives her all, with every breath she draws,
In simple acts of kindness, in silence with no applause.
In what she gives, and in what she seeks,
This Maiden is an Angel, nothing more to speak

Introduction:

Alexandra came to the United States seeking a fresh start, yet soon found her dreams unraveling. Despite the setbacks, she has tirelessly rebuilt her life, nurturing her son with unwavering dedication. Along this arduous journey, she endured the trials of COVID-19 twice and met me.

It was evident she longed for someone to make her feel safe, to join her on this journey, sharing both the joys and sorrows. I was fortunate that she saw this potential in me. She often spoke of 'suffering,' a concept I struggled to comprehend then and continue to grapple with now.

Timing, as it so often does, played a crucial role. What she sought was something I could have easily provided. Yet, in my depths of despair, what would have been simple on any other day became an offering I failed to give. For that, I am profoundly sorrowful.

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