A Lady of Her Own

She curled her hair in her prime

A lady of her own

Curled up in bed all alone

Thoughts running through her minds

Dreaming for her prince charming

To come and rescue her

From her self inflicted loneliness

She longed not for a bed of roses

Nor a castle of her own

But for a lover-rescuer



I’d seen her once

On a windy day

Walking alone on a narrow path below my window

Her long curly hair blown all over

Then I’d wished

That I was the wind

To brush her long curly hair

With passion filled love

I’d bid farewell to this world in peace then

Knowing that I’d caressed her gentle being

Once in my lifetime.

(Sunday August 5 2012 7:05 pm)