Your Name Could Have Been Prunella

 
You were there standing quietly  
I was taken by on look at you
your beauty, exotic- excited me
true your dress was simply blue.
 
I cannot lie, my inarticulation
at the sight of sunsets in your eyes
your essence, smile  
took me to new heights.  
 
Brown hair, reflecting tints of henna
your provocative form
and walk, your name could have been Prunella,
as you reached for my love.  
 
Your price is far above jewels  
captivated by your style  
the rose that bloomed,
but faded from my life.