Ethereal
ETHEREAL
‘Ethereal’ must have been invented
To describe my lady’s beauty
Hair, finespun with hint of curl;
Eyes, deepest hazel, smouldering.
Regal bearing, head held high,
Elegance epitomized.
And today I’m feeling fancy-free.
Last night I’m sure she smiled at me.
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