A young lonesome woman named Isabella full of conceit, has not fully discovered her self, because she is distracted by self image. In an attempt to compensate for loneliness
gives her self away.

It seems conceited at the beginning, but you have to read the whole thing.

It’s time to let go of our conceit people.

Not what her silhouette shows.

This lonely leaf would soon fall.

Poem that takes the form of a conceit, written during a phase in which I was experimenting with structure and rhyme.