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The Lady in White

She was the Lady in White.

She lit up the night.

Such a beautiful sight,

This Lady in White.

She moved around with style and grace.

She had a soft, angelic face.

And she had refined, elegant taste,

This beautiful Lady in White.

She loved to dance.

She loved to sing.

Enchanting and wise,

She would do her own thing.

Everyone that met this

Gorgeous soul

Were captivated and

By her heartening glow.

One night on a chilly November,

The Lady in White

Looked upon an ember.

She met a man who was her match.

He was handsome, clever,

And had an enriching past.

In the end,

The two became one.

Romance is a lot of fun.

The Lady in White smiled ever more,

For she was swept up from the floor.


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Comments

trufflehunter wrote on January 7, 2015, 1:15 AM

Lovely poem! Does Lady in White per chance have a red sister? emoticon :sad:

trufflehunter wrote on January 7, 2015, 1:16 AM

Sorry wrong emoticon, should have been emoticon :smile: instead!