In a place so far away, in a room
She sits, casting her gaze out the window
As she ties her hair in a satin bow
Her beauty is bathed in the light of the moon
Her lips are as red as a new born rose
And her eyes sparkle with the deepest green
Her voice is like a song from a sweet dream
And in a waterfall her blonde hair flows
Her soft skin is like the purest of cream
Her fingers possess the gentlest touch
And her gorgeous smile can say so much
But not everything is as it would seem
There are many things life doesn’t allow
I used to hold her hand but I don’t now
20th August 2004
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