Nancy Marie,
Her face so soft, ever manifesting phantom to the eyes.
Colors on her lips, she painted her lovers, with hands forever polite.
Nancy Maire,
When she danced donning the green velvet dress,
The summer couldn't compete, faded away its golden grace.
Mesmerized, were the spectators, graced by her presence,
Not only did the beauty stain their memory,
But their heart sank to what couldn't be contained.
The flowers didn't bloom and instead, they chose to hide,
Nothing like Nancy Marie, the wind whispered to the sky.
Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 9:44 AM UTC
Nancy Marie,
Her face so soft, ever manifesting phantom to the eyes.
Colors on her lips, she painted her lovers, with hands forever polite.
Nancy Maire,
When she danced donning the green velvet dress,
The summer couldn't compete, faded away its golden grace.
Mesmerized, were the spectators, graced by her presence,
Not only did the beauty stain their memory,
But their heart sank to what couldn't be contained.
The flowers didn't bloom and instead, they chose to hide,
Nothing like Nancy Marie, the wind whispered to the sky.