​Lady Fair
 
Her hair like the midday sun radiant warm alive
Her heart of gold filled love yearning to touch yearning to hold
To heal and nurture and grow
For love and love alone
 
Sometimes I wonder where you go
Up your stairs with the world below
Creating beauty unbeknown
To your conscious mind but never to your soul
 
Sparkling playful dancing eyes in company she’ll hypnotise
Her presence never goes unaware beauty of this Lady Fair
Some might say
Guinevere
 
Sometimes I wonder where you go
Up your stairs with the world below
Far reaching staying inside
Pensive and fragile amazing and wise
 
So show the world you feel
Go on and tell my beautiful friend
Go and tell them
Our beautiful friend
 
Written By Eva Abraham  ©Eva Abraham 2004