A Fair Lady

A Fair Lady

The flower girl who lived on the streets
In a place where luck is a necessity,
Free and easy selling flowers within the dark,
Stumbled upon a twist of fate
That brought her to him and him to her


The day luxury hits her in the face has arrived,
With chocolates to eat and coals to heat,
Not realising the truth of life was more than this;
A shoulder to lean on is a luxury worth bleeding for;
With faith, hope and a little bit of luck, love will come through.

She was brought in to be any parent's dream,
An elegance of beauty like no other
But tarnished she was on the future to come;
Neglected, feeling lost from the past once had,
Little that she knew that happiness was only a love away.

Arrogant through his intelligence, his wisdom left him unclear;
Unaware of the effects she has laid upon him.

Accustomed to her presence he was;
Through both beauty and flaw,
Love's secret constrained a hold on him,
Moving ferociously like the wind in spring.

Not realising the change brought to him by her
She, who he helped blossom into a beauty,
Went away wanting nothing more to do with him.

He did not understand the reality of love;
That it shoots through like a thunderbolt
Straight into the portrait of the mind.

Less but not least,
He was left in biggest of regrets:
What is intelligence,
When placed beside love’s reality?

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