Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The Girl (Terza Rima)

She is beautiful, such a youthful face
She is beautiful, so becoming
She is beautiful, with poise and grace

What a mystery, I heard her singing
What a mystery, I've watched her stroll
What a mystery, then she went missing

How I miss her, that untouched angel soul
How I miss her, of temptation's sultry
How I miss her, by wolves, spiders, and all

And I dream, perhaps serendipity
And I dream, we would meet by destiny

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