Thursday, August 21, 2008

The woman in white

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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4 comments:

  1. Janice ThomsonThursday, August 21, 2008

    What an enchanting poem. Is this a dream you had?

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  2. venuss66Thursday, August 21, 2008

    Wonderful poem. Yo had a dream?

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  3. cyclopsevenThursday, August 21, 2008

    Hi my friends..thank you. It is not a dream, but something happened in real life. She is real. The woman in white :).

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  4. Janice ThomsonFriday, August 22, 2008

    Oh! - that is even more enchanting :)

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