The Lady in white
She gave me delight,
She entered my soul
And it became bright.
Then like a theft,
She then quickly left.
The Lady in green
To me she was always mean,
My trust she had stole
Her past was not that clean.
And when she was gone,
I happily moved on.
The Lady in red
She always happily led,
Pleasure was her only goal
But, she would not never wed.
When she walked away,
I was happy I must say.
The Lady in yellow
She was always mellow,
I was always in control
She wanted me to be her fellow.
When she found someone new,
Truthfully I wasn't blue.
The Lady in black
Sexiness she never did lack,
Her eyes were like her soul
She saw the stars on her back.
When I saw her no more,
No longer was I tired and sore,
The Lady in blue
She had a soul so true,
She made me happy and whole
I love you.
For her I have spiritually waited,
Which is honest and truthful and un-debated.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem