She sat as if perched upon a high throne
Silently regal yet not quite at home.
Lazy moonlight through windows darkly shone
On a woman content to be alone.
Shadows cast on shadows fallen on walls.
Grays waltz with smoke on an indigo floor.
Her pouting face looks like a porcelain doll,
Unable to answer your despairing call.
If you let yourself watch with dreamer's eyes,
You will see through the façade and disguise,
As she reveals her heavenly surprise --
Her goddess nature beautiful and wise.
She radiates heart shaped wings and halos,
Forever touching the depths of your soul.
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