I know of a Lady, who is the fairest of fair, one you read about in stories of love and romance.
She could have been the one our authors of old spoke about, in there stories we have read.
This lady I speak, of her hair is filled with golden red flames. Flowers of beauty bow down,
when ever she comes around. She is a Lady, a Lady I love. No woman has filled my heart
with this much love.
Maybe I have been blinded with Her beauty, never mind it is something I love.
I would give my being to this person of love, but things bind us, nothing seems to change.
Yes her skin is as soft as the moon that shines down when its full, yet her being is as stunning
as the brightest of our sun. I hope you are able to see what this Lady means to me.
Rare is the time in our lives when we get the chance to feel as I feel tonight.
I pray life brings you something this bright.
