Eleanor Knightley

Previous nights were mellow and true – Love had been tender, Nights had never been blue – Gentle as the dance, we swung I hold Eleanor Knightley in my loving arms. Crystals, amethyst and pearls she wore, Around her neck diamonds were Gold as her crown radiated with luminescence, Extravagant as Egyptian Silk embraced her figure Carelessly our bodies rhythmically swayed along. “May I have this dance?” I asked. “Why certainly.” Eleanor Knightley had manipulated my eyes – Mesmerized by her flair and natural beauty I am bewitched by the Madame's alluring charm. As the night enclose – I hold Eleanor Knightley so close – Whisper the following words; “The night may wilt, I say – But the English rose blossoms foreverly.”