THE LADY

In the midst of mist and fog,
the silvery moonlight gushing through the trees,
standing by the wispering stream
I saw the maiden of my dreams.

Her snow-white skin
glistening in the moonlight
Her golden curls,
swaying in tune to the gentle breeze.
I wish she were mine,
The warmth of her embrace i seek.

-my friends 'n i wrote this.we wrote it from the point of view of a boy.....