by Paul Waddington

Created on: January 31, 2010   Last Updated: June 17, 2010

Smoothly she moves

Natural with her grace

Not making a sound

Not raising her face

Neck well defined

Black dress all that's worn

No adornments are needed

To add to her charm

Around and throughout

She turns and she glides

Turning all heads

As she passes by

Shes coming my way

Enchantingly sweet

Still weaving and floating

An angel is she

This classical beauty

In front of me

A kiss on the cheek

Its my wife you see.

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