Seven To Go

She was the epitome in perfect
The one, the flower
Virgin of the light

Satin and Lace
Frills of perfection
On her face

The man she dated
Had her family's adoration
A yuppie, a prince of perfection as she

Master of Grace
Master of Grace
But there was lust hidden
Beneath the mask on his face

Something happened that night
She doesn't remember
Their love is now in embers,br> Two months gone, seven to go