Your Name Could Have Been Prunella

You were there standing quietly taken by one look at you your beauty, exotic, excited me true your dress was simply blue. I cannot lie, my inarticulation at the sight of sunsets in your eyes your essence broke my concentration taking me to new heights. Brown hair, reflecting tints of henna your provocative form and walk, your name could have been Prunella as you reached for my love. Your price was far above Jewels captivated by your smile the rose that bloomed but faded from my life.