She Walks In Light

As I prepare to write

I stare out at the site

Hoping to catch sight

Of the Lady in White

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I am all uptight.

Being out at night

Watching in fright

For the walking sprite

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I have tried to be polite.

I have tried to do what’s right.

So here I sit, waiting now out of spite.

Waiting to see her alight

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The thought of her is a blight

The idea of her fills me with might

Her loveliness is a respite

The lady graced with the bright

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Praying that I remain alright

And that I don’t take flight.

With my heart feeling all tight,

Because she walks in the light.