My Lady

A maiden fair; elegant, full of grace.

For whom will she bestow her blossomed love?

Her sky blue eyes adorn her tender face,

With a bright smile, whiter than a dove.

The voice she harbors is unlike any,

Even angels envy her calming tone.

This girl, adored from afar by many,

Hides away passion, never to be shown.

Strangers offer their hands to her each day,

But only one was always on her mind.

They made her yearn when e’er they were away,

Though no others would ever be as kind.

Life can become a person’s worst nightmare,

For my princess, that truth was always there.