The Woman That I Met

The woman I met in the city's after glow, With laughter like a fleeting dove, Her legs, endless as the twilight showed, Bore a tale of unrequited love. Her gaze, a siren's silent plea, Drew men with rings of cold, hard gold, In her dance, a bittersweet decree, A story of longing yet untold. She knew the power in a glance, The wayward curve of whispered sin, And played the part in life's dark dance, Where shadows end and truths begin. For every glance she earned their sighs, A hollow victory in the night, Yet in her heart, beneath disguise, Was yearning for a softer light. But men would leer, and wives would frown, In the web she spun with careful art, She walked the line in a lonely town, A lonely soul with a broken heart.