The Lady in Royal Blue
Stop me if I tell,
She was the lady I saw in royal blue
Her femininity corresponds the ethereal
styleA 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 jealousySo 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.
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PoetryThe restless spindling thoughts of mine that hinders me of having a peaceful slumber every lonely night..