My Lady

She walks in beauty, elegance and grace;
When I see her my heart begins to race.
Her smile casts an enchanting, magic spell;
Her voice, it chimes: the sweetest silver bell.

To hold within my arms this porcelain doll
Is high among my greatest joys of all.
And though it feels our embraces will crush,
To turn each other loose we never rush.

Her features, fair and elven, do inspire
Visions of fantasy; dreams of desire.
How glad I am she's in reality,
For that way, sometimes, she can be with me.

She is the only one who makes me feel
Emotions that I thought could not be real.
Now I declare what I've been thinking of:
Friendship, for me, is giving way to love.


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