The Women In Red Poem by Timothy Long

she reappears and disappears to me rapidly,
the sultry look goes well with her sway,
the red of her love and lips smile like an angel,
an actress she displays,
and it can play my heartstrings solid into beating,
in her Aphrodite like eyes i see lust,
and every emotion you could think of as if a goddess in descise,
i see the jealous stares of others as we walk by,
hands fitting well together as if we were made for eachother,
we did break eachothers hearts before a will as after,
i think of her every now and then,
and just to say,
when i see her around,
i had her first but unlike my wish i won't have her last,
i tried to get the lady in red out of my head,
im throbbing in content,
at-least our claim of true love was young but starlit,
as the women in red was pleased.