You turned around, I felt a shiver,
Your eyes they sparkled,like a dancing river.
Your lips gave forth a lovely smile,
Your gorgeous looks pulsed with style.

Your hair it tumbled to your slender waist,
Your dress sense emphasizing good taste.
Your fingers long and thin,
Artistic traits being held within.

You glided across like a gracious swan,
Your skin it glistened like the dew at dawn.
Your elegant neck, long and fine,
Slender but strong like the flowering vine.

Whenever you spoke in silken sighs,
You tugged at the hearts of lonely guys.
You held their gaze with expressive eyes,
To search their souls for hidden lies.

Never a flirt, you held friends dear,
With tender heart you shared a tear.
The posh brigade you loathed with disgust,
All theit trappings collected with lust.

Struggling along with only a song,
To keep you sane in a world so wrong.
Family pressures take their toll,
On this angel heart and soul.

As we walk the path of life,
Pretty faces hide much strife,
Though they walk both tall and serene,
They live a life that's only a dream.

John McKay Withey (c)2007