The Image Of Beauty
A Poem
It reflected an image,
an image to see,
an image reflected,
for both you and for me.
The image appeared,
both bold and both clear,
with a pinpoint of light,
emphasising her ear.
Her hair was majestic,
it shined in the light,
and her shadow was of darkness,
like the dark of the night.
Her face was of beauty,
her smile one of charm,
the silk of her dress,
resting just on her arm.
As the shadows move to darkness,
her face cannot stay.
The image of beauty,
walked softly away.
-Milady
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