She smiles as she walks her way.
But never much she has to say
Dressed in a touch of satin
She's breath taking as the summer wind

She enters the room
With passionate expression
Her beauty so rare
No one's ever unaware

The ladies in the parlor sense
Gestures bringing a warm caress
Toward the beauty of this women
A summers joy--a flower blooming.

Perfection was the topic thought
The ladies youth and beauty brought
She like a book filled with many treasures
This lady of Mystery holds many pleasures.

Not to be given
Her solemn decision
Her choice-- never to be known
But a Lady standing alone

©Janet Ford Nov.2002

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