Mademoiselle
I am lady that is the way I was taught to be. I stand straight my head up high. When I walk into a room my beauty is known to all that pass by. I am soft spoken, I am direct when I need to be. I am a lady that's who I will be. I was taught etiquette from the age three. A virtuous women that's how my mother taught me to be. A true lady that's who I will be. Many women see me with green eyes of evy and jealousy. Not knowing who I am just a women of mystery. As I walk into a room with grace and beauty I have men hoover over me like sweet honey. I bite my lip not knowing who to pick. They think I am tease oh please I am waiting for a true gentleman with great conversation and integrity. A true lady I will always be never a man's property.
Copyright © Lissette Berthold | Year Posted 2015
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