She is but, a mere woman, Sacrosanct, The lady, She's flying solo,while serenely waiting for tomorrow's breath, to rest softly upon her pinkish brow. Some say she's sad, But, salubrious appropriate if only purely mentally. She'll stay, safe, warm and gentle in the tender arms of precious happy friends, spirits of an opposite persuasion. (C) Livvi
(And for that she thanks James and Paul) Deliberate use of the third person. (C) Livvi x