That Lady in red so proudly walked

It’s as if she cared what no man thought.

Her delicate lips, so skilfully painted,

Her radiant hair, so long and so fair.

O, be it in the stars that I be acquainted

With one so luscious and rare.

It is hard to imagine, I know

Of the beauty that was there aglow.

She had a pure and perfect physique

With skin like the moon through a misty sky.

She is surely of something unique,

For her looks no man could decry

Whilst morning sun beams from above,

It is of her I think of,

For her smile is yet brighter still.

And it sets my heart aflame

Yet fills me with an unearthly chill

Such is the nature of this great dame.

O, of all things sublime

This was beauty divine!