The Lady In Black Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Quiet and gentle, meek yet so strong
She seems quite aloof but assuming is wrong.
Her manner is perfect with a beautiful smile,
Just a charming young woman, I’ve known for a while.

Her beauty’s her nature but she’s much more than that
And sometimes when passing, I’ll stop for a chat.
I’m amazed by the beauty that she doesn’t see,
Of this lovely young lady, who’s talking to me.

Long raven hair swept back from her face,
Displaying a portrait, any wall it would grace,
A wry smile lights up her sparkling eyes
Opening gently, to reveal her disguise.

Each little word paints a colourful sky,
Every sentence, a mural, for those passing by,
Her quietness shows but there’s a fire inside,
That’s just how she is, with nothing to hide.

Her posture, erect, upright and smart
And the words that she speaks are straight from the heart.
I see her a lady but what does she see?
I hope her reflection; she sees in me.