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Diane
Diane,
trim figure, stately carriage,
dark, curling hair
blowing back from
her upraised face
while scented breezes
played about her,
the soft beauty
of her pale complexion
enhanced by
the silver moonlight
which revealed it
amidst the sparkling stars!
Not just a stunningly
beautiful woman
but a Lady.
Ah for that unbought
grace of life,
so little
understood today!
The Lady
who when she
entered the room
the coarse, crude
jokes were silenced,
the swords of heroes
were unsheathed
in her defense,
stalwart lovers
pursued her captors
to the very
ends of the earth
in deeds of
perilous valor,
winning the
love of one who was,
indeed, a treasure
to be sought
and even died for!
trim figure, stately carriage,
dark, curling hair
blowing back from
her upraised face
while scented breezes
played about her,
the soft beauty
of her pale complexion
enhanced by
the silver moonlight
which revealed it
amidst the sparkling stars!
Not just a stunningly
beautiful woman
but a Lady.
Ah for that unbought
grace of life,
so little
understood today!
The Lady
who when she
entered the room
the coarse, crude
jokes were silenced,
the swords of heroes
were unsheathed
in her defense,
stalwart lovers
pursued her captors
to the very
ends of the earth
in deeds of
perilous valor,
winning the
love of one who was,
indeed, a treasure
to be sought
and even died for!
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Diane
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