The Lady in Red

The lady in red,
Walked in,
Ethereal looks,
Prettiest Valentino ensemble,
Complemented
In finesse
With
Kate Spade stilettos
And Ferragamo clutch,
The beauty
Maquillaged
Down to the cuticles
With perfection,
Gorgeous all the way,
A head-turner,
All eyes rested on her,
Sighs from
Black suits,
Suspirations
Amongst the gowns,
An admiration
She swept off
With her smile,
Silently shuddering inside,
Hiding gracefully
The trembles
Of impending debility,
Wrinkled frame
With misshapen stoop,
Frail whispers
Which would be
Barely audible,
And fading vision.
Yes!
The applause
Would die
Some day.
The yearning hearts
Would
Find
Another
Lady in red
To admire.

Linking with 100 word song: Chris De Burgh - The Lady in Red