She came into the room,
In a glide,
Unknown, a friend of the host,
The most beautiful woman I had ever seen,
The lady next to me breathed,
'Oh, my God,'
She was graceful, supple, sculptured, tall,
Everything ordered, composed,
A grey dress, tiny sequins, sparkling,
Her grey hair pulled back into a bun,
Setting her features,
A mystic half-smile on her classic face,
Requiring little make-up,
No cosmetics existed for her,
Nor jewelry,
A regal entrance, no other kind possible,
Crossing this silently emotive room,
She nodded, her smile was communicating,
To a room holding its breath,
All conversation had stopped,
Watching, appreciating, wondering, fantasizing,
And then she was gone,
Into another room,
I never saw her again,
Never heard her speak,
Never heard her voice of velvet.

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