Bella

A couplet poem

Curly locks of golden blonde hair
That sits over her shoulders bare
The bluest eyes of ocean blue
Lips of a rose, a pinkish hue

Porcelain skin of powder white
Her dress of chintz, she wore this night
Velvet shoes of a crimson red
A delicate prance, which she led

A noble man to share a dance
'T was he, she gave a second glance
It was through a crowd at the ball
Their eyes then met, she does recall