She goes well in white
Though I wonder why it must be so
I do not bother to know
For I could see, she dazzles in white.
She speaks softly and sweetly
Gentle expression, I could see in her
The woman in white, she dazzles bright
I am struck not once, but thrice.
She penetrates my eyes with all the beauty
I stood aghast at her angelic countenance
As she floats across the floor
Reaching me with her sweet demeanor.
She is the woman in white
I wish I had know her way back in the past
Alas! What a cruel play nature placed me in
Everything happens only at later stage.
I am smitten
As she smiles
In her own inimitable way.
The woman in white
I will never forget that sight.
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