Dignity

Drunk were her eyes

On the liquor of life

High was her spirit

As though on reprise

Her locks of hair

Fell down her being

Like the rivers of calm

On a morning serene

Her aroma swept the room

Like an enchanting bloom

Disdain she thought of herself

But in her heart only love dwell

From a stranger to a close friend

Quick was he as a matter of fact

While she kept her composure

As a lady dignified