When she walked it was as though
the wind would move her
she would flow like summer breeze
one could barely behold
the perfection – oh the ease
with which she moved
Each step was like the ballet
like Swan Lake was set afoot
in the person of her womanhood
she, like no other could
Men fell in states of blunder
and ladies shapes of awe
for none could stand before her
not one resist her call
The Mona Lisa in the flesh
a living work of art
her subtlety betrayed her
a disguise she ill could wear
Her modesty set before her
a veil that through would shine
the loveliness of her countenance
the lady so sublime
I saw her once.
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 3:00 PM UTC
When she walked it was as though
the wind would move her
she would flow like summer breeze
one could barely behold
the perfection – oh the ease
with which she moved
Each step was like the ballet
like Swan Lake was set afoot
in the person of her womanhood
she, like no other could
Men fell in states of blunder
and ladies shapes of awe
for none could stand before her
not one resist her call
The Mona Lisa in the flesh
a living work of art
her subtlety betrayed her
a disguise she ill could wear
Her modesty set before her
a veil that through would shine
the loveliness of her countenance
the lady so sublime
I saw her once.
