THE LADY
The Lady~
A happy go lucky sapphire~
Always looking for fun~
For love.
She gives so much.
The Lady~
Has met a man~
She thinks it is thee man.
Little does the Lady know.
The Lady~
This man will mean her happiness~
Dying slowly.
Little does she know.
The Lady~
Once like a frolicking~
Painted butterfly.
Now no more.
The Lady~
Weeps so often~
There is no sympathy~
To be found.
Compassion no where to be found.
The Lady~
Has tears~
Only to cry them~
Out on her own.
All alone.
The Lady~
No matter~
She keeps her man~
Or sets herself free~
There is pain.
The throbbing will continue to haunt.
The Lady~
A precious glitter~
Of the night~
A smile lit once~
On her and all.
No more.
The Lady~
So innocent~
Happy go lucky~
A treasured gem.
Looks for fun.
The Lady~
Thinking found~
The ultimate fun~
As this gaiety deteriorates~
Thru the years.
Alone she sits in tears.
The Lady.
By
Lisa J. Warner
AKA
Lisa Luv
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