My Elegant Lady…Poetry

She walks

Past me on the street

Elegant lady she is

My heart skipped

Hoping to hold her in that split moment

Hoping she would be mine

My elegant lady 

On she goes swaying

Hips tempting

Smile ever bright

My hopes dashes to the walls

As she walks into the arms of another

The jealous beast in me 

Seeks expression

The elegant lady

Never mine to be

A beauty to behold

Perhaps we will meet again

I hope to God that is the case.

©Deborah Glover, 2016

In response to the Daily Post prompt Elegant 

Remain elegant,

Blessings!