A Daydream

While fingers on her right hand tickle the ivory
And a finger on her left hand keeps place in a book
Her mind wanders off to some distant place
As the daydream paints her face with a stoic look

Perhaps she dreams about the composer of the love song
Or is lost in the narrative’s descriptive tale
Perhaps her reverie is centered on some other thought
A secret her expression will never tell

Intoxicated by the aroma of freshly cut flowers
Influenced by the cross that adorns her smooth neck
The daydream removes her into another world
Where her surroundings and dogmas she can forget

And, every man taken in by her beauty
Left contemplating about this mysterious scene
Wonders if ever there was a young lady
For whom he was the lover in her daydream

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