Miss Melanie Greene IV

She did not die

For giving her heart away

Nor did she die

From dysfunctional affinities

For the one she'd loved before Jon

She would try to love again before her dusk

And dear Jon did become a thing of her past

What had sneaked up on them both

That which bestowed the fated amour

With mischievous grin had banged the gavel

Ms. Melanie Greene had made her choice

She had her cup filled but not by her other

And when it was brought to light

She embraced her fate

For imbibing that passion

Which men often partake in

But women are punished for

She tried to live and trust again

But through it all still left one question

Ms. Melanie Greene: She tasted her dream?