Gentleness in sweet perfume
As I see her seated in the room
Golden light plays upon her hair
Helpless, I can do no more than stare
It's my gentle lady softly won
For us our love has just begun
Now and forever I know it's true
As I hold your hand our love grew.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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