Lady of the Opera
She walked like an angel without wings;
Barely floating though she seems to soar.
Her hair the shade of a raven’s feathers.
Eyes that thieved what once belonged to the galaxy.
I had seen her that night at the Opera,
So close yet so far away from me.
Why can I not be as beauteous as she?
I walked, not soared.
My hair dull as a strays fur.
My eyes a mere common brown.
No, I was not ugly- nor was I a beauty.
Yet she defined artistry and grace.
Many moons passed and yet she stuck with me.
No one would ever compare.
No one would ever be as gorgeous and alluring.
No one would ever be she- the lady of the opera.