A Damsel In Distress

Curled in the womb, a dreamless summer night Hark the coming of a baby snow-white Eternal beauty and grace, a cuddly delight Twinkle in her eye, there is never any respite Nimbly she walks on, roguery she incites Alice in wonderland, hiding away from the light Mocking at men, when she came of age It was all pretence of a teeny tiny phase Riddle she became, which men strove to work out Candle light dinners, yet lingered ever a doubt. How did innocence, turn out so ravishing? A nymph in disguise, her life is confusing. Nasty or just hasty; she can’t herself surmise Do I dare to find out, am I wise to analyze Am I able to suppress my own prejudice? Nourishing a sentiment, have concealed it so well Is she the one for me, should I go and ring the bell? PS The first letter in each line spells the name of the damsel - 'Chetna Mirchandani'