The Lady In the Li'L Red Frock

The day came………………… But he didn`t……………. Red as a rose she is; Her eyes sending out , That irresistible charm- No man could escape. Her long black curly hair- Dangling along her bosom- Set free in the wind, There she is ,blushing. In a corner of the park, Wearing that occasional – Eye-catching li’l red frock, With a few black curls- Playing hide ‘nd seek- Through the loose stringy back- Of that li’l red frock; There she is, day dreaming. Staring at the golden crisp- Maple leaves bathin’, And maple leaves floatin’- In feeble sunlight, And caring breeze, There she is, staring. Among golden crisp- Maple leaves falling, To the ground ,as if eager- Too eager to touch, Too eager to feel, Her soft dimpled cheek; There she is ,waiting……..