The Lady in Royal Blue
Stop me if I tell,
She was the lady I saw in royal blue
Her femininity corresponds the ethereal
style
A cherub disguise as an angelic female
White as snow — she is!
A walking perfection with the sweetest lips
She smiles like the world is pure
She is an attractive doll behind those two mirrors
She is a figure of euphoria and delicacy —
not anyone would ever be
Her simplicity was quite unique
A perfect stone but too plain to see
The stars are fading with her beauty
Nevertheless I envy that lady
Yet she sees me as a friend — so as me
But still I couldn't fight myself from
soothing this jealousy
So stop me if I tell,
She is the lady in royal blue
Where royalty was her raging success,
Unfortunately marked his crimson heart
with her blue hue.
YOU ARE READING
Papers and Pens
PoetryThe restless spindling thoughts of mine that hinders me of having a peaceful slumber every lonely night..
