Air is filled with murmuring voice
A pretty girl was their matter of rejoice 
All felt the same from men to boys
All eyes are following their common choice 

She walked they looked for moments of glories 
She walked they dream a land of fairies
She walked their thoughts all lost in stories
And she walked in the world unaware of these

She wandered in spectrum, subtly 
A devoting hope forever, abruptly  
Creation for dancing stanza, aptly 
But she kept moving on so benightedly

Never talked lots always cheer-faced
Her attractions never failed to amaze
She's the reason for all to daze
A lady made from Creator's own grace

With her the life, ooptimistic  
With her the world, aromatic  
With her their feelings eclectic 
She's their desire, so romantic

Come to my life, make living worthwhile 
I promise no tears, no curse of vile
My little cottage we'll make living  smile
Rolls of choices in coast of enduring isle


S. A. Marshal
03.09.1990