Photo By Helyn Davenport
Lady In Red
If art often imitates life, then my life, and
others Have often been imitated. From across the room I saw her... A vision of beauty with shiny blond hair, Sparkling blue eyes. She wore a red sweater with a gold star And crescent moon emblazoned on it And a matching red skirt. As I watched, a group of men gathered around her. A few were bold enough to ask her to dance. I stood there watching, Trying to dredge up my courage. I asked my self...What's the worst That can happen...Well...she could say. No, thank you. Taking my fragile male ego in hand I approached. As I asked her to dance I was sure my voice quivered and broke. To my great relief and joy she took my hand And we walked to the dance floor. I danced on a cloud that night. The scent of her perfume, Shalimar I think, Was intoxicating. We danced the night away.
And, guess what, this beauty, This lady in red left the party With me by her side. And, furthermore we were married 2 years later. Art can imitate life.go for it!
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