• Beauty

    She walks with the wolves
    In her dazzling dress as the world looks on and watches.

    The light in her hair is like strains of gold
    To me she is priceless.

    As the stars look down and the wolves start to howl
    She starts to walk faster and faster.

    She approaches with her beautiful smile
    My lips start to tremble for iv never seen such a beauty.


    When she arrives ill be waiting
    Till then she will always be in my dreams.