Poem/ lonely brave

My poems don't really make sense from start buh i think you need to try and read it till the end

Her body was holy and divine
It' grace could embrace
The prince charming
I can't ratify
But those bangles
Could surely prettify.

Her heart was maiden and pure
I can tell you for sure
Curly messy hair
Embellished her fair

Her body
What she once adored
Now what she abhor
Her modesty was
Outraged by all labor.

It was her fault
That she charmed
Him thought he wouldn't
Harm her naked legs.

Evoked his passionate lust
Soon she found him in bust
With his virilescent crust
Her body was left to rust.

She could have been wooed
He taught she's a moo
He may have seen
Her bare foot in a yahoo.

Her temper, her ego
Surrendered to him long ago
In a demoniacal laughter
Which she couldn't bluster.

She dreamt and pray for
First kiss
First love
A moonlight dinner
In a decent manner.

Preserved her womanhood
For the love of her life
But demon craved
That lonely brave..