Scarlett and Jane

Women are like the grains of sand
No two alike you'll find across the land
We cannot compare an age to age.
Instead, we'll measure page to page.

Scarlett was no-beauty, some would say
but any man was hers if she would will
She had a charm and would love to play
and many flocked 'round her heart to steal.

She got married to a boy she hardly knew...
To him she was married only days a few.
Soon after taking off the wedding gown
he was off to war, out of sight and... town.

Quickly widowed and the war was on,
Scarlett was at a loss of what to do
with a child and her fortune gone,
she chose a Husband number two.

Perhaps a loser in the modern view
but he helped Scarlett to her feet.
Alas, it was not a dance for two
as he failed her standards to meet.

Then he was dead and that was all.
She was free in Rhett's arms to fall.
They fought, he came and went
but their love never really waned.

In contrast, Jane was only plain
and she was anything but vain.
An orphan, all alone on earth
and off for a rich guy to work.

The man was soon besotted with the lass
But trouble was then lurking in the grass.
Harm was a mad wife in the attic locked,
Jane didn't know of and... was shocked.

She ran away from him to atone her sins
but din't know that fate had other whims.
Jane had a vision of her love in flames
gave up and darted back to his estates.

They married, had a child, the end.
That's the contrast I tried to paint.
A Femme fatale, a damsel in distress
But come on, let us not digress...

If you could choose a life of those two -
One a damsel, and the other shrew -
What would be the option fit for you ;)