Estella, Estella,
beautiful and cold-
the marble rose,
epitome of perfection.
How cruel it is,
to have crimson lips,
that are bloodless
and cold?
How adominable
that scarred creation,
that condescendingly says,
'I have no heart'!
'No- sympathy- sentiment- nonsense'
that comes from the warm
beat of an impassioned
heart.
Poor Estella, Estella,
child born of ruined pride.
Developed to be bent, broken,
into a better shape, and soul.
What is real love? by Ms Havisham:
It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter- as I did!
-words of a proud, embittered old woman
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