Lady, lady, never start
Conversation toward your heart;
Keep your pretty words serene;
Never murmur what you mean.
Show yourself, by word and look,
Swift and shallow as a brook.
Be as cool and quick to go
As a drop of April snow;
Be as delicate and gay
As a cherry flower in May.
Lady, lady, never speak
Of the tears that burn your cheek-
She will never win him, whose
Words had shown she feared to lose.
Be you wise and never sad,
You will get your lovely lad.
Never serious be, nor true,
And your wish will come to you-
And if that makes you happy, kid,
You’ll be the first it ever did.
I smile as I see you greet me at the door
It has been a journey, one I have seen before
You meet, you kiss, you fall in love
You thank everyone in heaven above
But this time is different than times in the past
This time I have in you a friend that will forever last
The way your hands feels as it holds mine
Our friendship has stood the test of time
As fall approaches and Christmas is near
I have no worries and no fears
That we will be together for many years.
I love your heart, your warmth and charm
Now would there be any harm –
Harm in loving your best friend
I give my love to you my prince, love always Cinderella.
The End.
What a nice poem. Couldnt have said it better myself but the lady you describe sounds like a bitch