The Suitor

The freshly washed walls shone in the dark

The wind blew through curtains, laundered and starched

The table was laid with the best china set

Two candles stood guard, waiting to be lit

The food on the table was fit for a king

Newly polished silver gleamed

She sat there waiting, in her blue satin gown

Her hair, swept on top of her head, in a crown

She played with the pearls that decorated her neck

She sat there and waited, and, quietly, she wept