Comments about Ellonah Varela
A sad smile broke upon a sensual lips,
Lifted the wine glass, took a few sips,
Tremors shook the gorgeous fingertips,
As the music blinds time as it slips.
The crowd prance,
At the corner however, trembled an Angel's hands,
As the veiled lover's eyes seemed to her not to advance.
Why, a wallflower was what she was,
Admiring eyes to her just pass,
Unnoticed was the allure, the beauty she has,
She does not flaunt, not vulgar to the mass.
What the grand ton misses,
Is the carefree comeliness,
But who would blame ...