A Beautiful Lady.
Poem By Albert Wong
She appeared like a blaze.
Moved from the West to East.
I could only stand far survey.
My heart felt her cool face.
I thought in love was too late.
Closer heard her voice ringing;
her face as white as pale jade;
her hands were gently soft.
She touched me make my heart jumping;
her lips moved gently with pink shines.
Why I could not control my heart calm?
Her charming figure caused me shy.
Nearly could not speak wise words.
My mind was so distraught when stood closer.