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.
Comments
trufflehunter wrote on January 7, 2015, 1:15 AM
Lovely poem! Does Lady in White per chance have a red sister?
trufflehunter wrote on January 7, 2015, 1:16 AM
Sorry wrong emoticon, should have been
instead!