Rest is something all women need.

I did not write this. I will, however, not give public attribution to this poem, for I am not a monster. But godamnit, you guys. I cannot bear to read this poem and not share it with you...for to hide it would be like hiding the greatest gift of all from the people I love the most. 
And the greatest gift would be this poem, dear reader. And those people...are you. Feel free to play this appropriate music in the background while taking it all in.

She Is A Lady

She sits at the piano by herself in an empty room…
Playing note after note of Moon River…

Audrey Hepburn's voice reminds her of what she loves most…
Elegance, class, and timeless beauty.

The party she just left was nothing that reflects her fine taste.
The dress she wore represents the word beautiful if an image were required in the dictionary.

She closes her eyes and dreams of what she needs…
Unfulfilled by what the world has offered her.

Her hair frames her face…she is a lady.
Dreaming of proper behavior and romance unmatched.

She walks over to the window and views the stars…
The dark night, the rose garden, and thinks of Old Hollywood…

She is delicate and well-mannered…
Her level of patience only exists because of her visions…

She waits for him…a man that need not be taught.
A glass of red she sips as her lipstick marks the glass…

Cherry red is the color...it highlights her porcelain skin.
She closes the curtains to the bay window…

In the living room she waltzes by herself…
With grace she glides and smiles with confidence…

She thinks of James Dean and fantasizes of a real man…
One that takes over her thoughts….

Irresistible charm and a gentleman…
As she picks up the violin in the corner and begins to play…

The bow lays across the strings and creates music to her ears…
A teardrop of loneliness drops to the ground…

Is he out there? Maybe he doesn't exist…
She takes another sip of the red…he must …

Waiting for love…the right kind…
She walks out to the garden and picks a rose…

She smells it and holds it to her heart….
The scent is like her perfume…God sent.

It is a white rose..it represents friendship….
Not the deep love she dreams of…that would be a red one.

She drops it to the ground and continues down the stone path…
She looks at the moon…the clouds are part of the scene…

They hide the moon just enough to emphasize the mystique.
She wishes on a star…and heads back to her home…

A lady….a true lady…yearning for quality…
She slips into her lace lingerie and heads off to bed…

As her head rests along the pillow she closes her eyes…
Rest is something all women need..

Available tonight for a dream….looking for true love...
She is a woman beyond her time…She is a lady.