Ntoong

In the realm of hearts, a lady named Ntoong,

Discovered truths as her own love harp was strung.

First, lessons echoed, relationships can end serene,

No fiery drama, a departure serene.

Through the pain's echo, a transformation unfurls,

First, the hurt, then within, a metamorphosis swirls.

A wisdom profound, like a guiding star,

Glowing post-breakup, revealing who you are.

She whispered to strangers, with a wisdom so steady,

"Love me when ready, not when you're just lonely."