A pale blue, were her eyes,
As, she entered, my vision,
From, a cold windy night,
My God!, was she a beautiful sight.

Tall, slender, with sandy hair,
Love and compassion,
With mystic eyes,
She, had an air, of passion.

A classy Lady, you might say,
The way she walked,
With a sensuous sway,
I could not help, but look her way.

As I, myself,
She was golden, in her years,
None could hold, a candle to her,
She was a beauty, judged by her peers.

With her mannerism,
Blest, she did, my vision,
Of a true , Classy Lady,
In my arms, her, I envision.

By: William Bonilla.....