It was madness when she came
When she left, it was the same
And everyday, in between, was alive!
She raced through our minds.
Made fun of our lives.
Inner fears exposed, our darkness, was her lair.
She demanded breakfast in her room.
To avoid the common day gloom,
Her driver was to be out front by ten.
She would step aboard her coach,
In fine linen, parasol and broach.
To launch, yet another offense.
The souls lay strewn in her gilded footsteps
Grasping to touch her gown, but inept
Some words came to our ears, Nevermore!
But when she walked through the square
All could not help but to stare
Her beauty and poise so profound.
I was sitting at tea
When she swept past me
In her presence, my heart hit the ground.
From that moment on
My mind was far gone
She had me in the palm of her smooth hand.
And with one side-looking smile
She knew, all the while
I’d never meet her idea of a man.
Then, She was torn from our view
Where she went, no one knew
We searched our hearts, but to no avail.
When we found ourselves alone
All our failings, well known
The loss, each one, knows too well.
As I enter my garden
With her scent, my heart hardened
I go to the spot where she stays
Stale flowers, forever replaced.
Gone with no trace.
Angelina, I’ll love you always.
Angelina, I’ll love you always.
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