She moved in velvet, crimson flame,
a golden chain, a ruby’s name—
earrings and bangles sang in light,
a constellation burning bright.
The room fell silent as she came,
men spellbound, women veiled in shame,
their beauty paling, starry flight
lost beneath the full moon’s height.
Her grace was music, poised and rare,
her smile a lantern in the air.
Her words could weave a silken thread,
her dance outshone the masters dead.
She was a joy to watch, to know,
her presence set the world aglow.
Her face, her form, a tale well told—
a life of beauty, rich and bold.
I loved her in that instant, true,
though how she loved me, I still rue.
Yet fortune smiled, the fates aligned—
and joy was ours, both intertwined.
