Eternel Feminin
Oh, she is a tease,
She plays you like a virtuoso
You come bringing her a gift
She pretends not to be interested
Despondent you turn around
She stops you,
Head proudly defiant
What's wrong with you?
She seems to ask
You walk with her
She plays coy
You insist, she disappears
She's crossed the road
Keeps nonchalantly level with you
She smiles daring you
To follow her
She turns her head towards you
Her smile invites you
The world is lighter, brighter.
The car slows down,
She opens the door,
Alight the car
She waves to you,
Her mouth spells "tomorrow "
And she's gone.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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