The Belle Of The Ball by fluffykatt
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I wrote this poem several years ago when I was doing romantic poetry. Love is not always good,
sometimes we get our heart broken. Please do not copy without my permission.
The Belle Of The Ball
She was always the belle of the ball,
Now he remembers those days of yesteryear,
Her striking beauty he still does recall,
And how she was the one he held so dear.
When she came into a room all eyes stared,
All the other men of him, were enviousness.
None of women in the room could compare,
Her beauty just left everyone breathless.
They danced all night to the musical beat,
Her moves were so flowing and elegant.
Their love for each other to him was complete,
With a passion that seemed ever constant.
He thought their love would always last,
But there came the day she said they must part.
Now he dwells on vivid memories of days past,
How the belle of the ball broke his heart.
Copyright @ M. Doris Fuller
