Miss Me Yet?

Miss Me Yet?

In a sexy little black dress she stands,
Natalie Portman, reborn in glamor’s hands.
Rumors of cheating specters cloud her name,
But she rises above, unscathed by the shame.

With grace and poise, she commands the room,
Her new allure, the whispers of a bloom.
Colored in confidence, her spirit revived,
No longer confined, her true self contrived.

Once bound by chains of marital bliss,
Now freed by the truth, a serpentine kiss.
The whispers die down as she walks away,
Embarking on a journey, a new path to sway.

Like a phoenix, she emerges from ash,
A striking silhouette, her beauty a splash.
No longer defined by a man by her side,
Her own strength illuminates, impossible to hide.

Miss Natalie Portman, forever transformed,
A symbol of resilience, her spirit unadorned.
From the ashes of rumors, she rises anew,
Unyielding, untamed, vibrant and true.

Gone are the days of naivety and woe,
Natalie Portman, a force to be known.
A captivating tale of strength and style,
As she walks this path, her own life, her own mile.