Seraphine Belle Biography

I remembered
The faint squeals
That erupted from
The babbling mouth
...

There was a lady
of Vain thoughts
As men cowered underfoot
Of her selfish wants.
...

She sat under the willow,
Waiting for him.
Her blonde hair
Rolling with the winds
...

Her skirts rustling,
To the sounds of the guitar
The strumming of the strings
Bringing the caressing murmur
...

Realize..
Something I realized..
Why does love
have a different shape...
...