Perfectly Normal

They were married young.
She was thought to be beautiful, though I'd never seen her.
She'd been experienced with men, had boyfriends,
young men forever swearing themselves to her.
Promising her the world
under evening skies parted orange and purple.

Before her husband, she led a reckless life.
With Harvard boys in the back seats of automobiles;
on the wooden docks of summer lake houses;
dancing in the Ritz Hotel lounge rooms.

She found what most seek: fame.
And she lost herself in the many chords of bacchanalian experience--
in the rhythms of her pursuers.

But in the end, the chords struck dull.
After the first, it was all the same,
or, it was never the same.
Can you identify?

Anyway, the story is they were married young.
Around 22 or 23.
It didn't last after they discovered one another.
Then, they mystery was solved.
She couldn't simply live the everyday life,
and she couldn't go back to before.
So, life most everyone
who remember with envy what they once had,
and abhor what they no longer have,
she decided to give herself to children,
but died, still young, in childbirth.