Lady Of The Opera

Hair falling down the curvature of her neck,

Is it black?

Is it blonde?

The room is so dark,

The show begins,

Lightly music begins,

Music soars through the air,

Yet all I can think of is the Lady,

Her hair,

Her white dress,

Spots of red that adorned it,

Were they blood stains,

Were they rubies,

I did not care,

I wanted to know her,

To feel her fair skin,

I yearned to smell her hair,

The Lady Of The Opera,

The swells and dives of music only serve to make her disappearance a true mystery,

Forever will I think and yearn for The Lady of the Opera.