The Lady

Her movements are frozen in time
She watches as admirers pass by
Her strength must be respected true
She holds her pose while others die

The greatness of the female form
Showing the abundance of God’s joy
Stark in man’s memory sound
For all to have as collectors adore

Her grace is complete and without shame
She cares not for the thought of blame
She wears her pride as only a woman can
Her balance is true and above the scorn of man

Bravado in erotic silhouette
The blush of a cheek with no regret
Ancient forms from long ago
Gives credence to times anew