A pretty little thing she was
With golden hair that framed her face
And fair sun-kissed skin.
Her non-calloused hands were light and dainty.
Pretty she was,
With a nice figure
That had never known hunger.
Things came easily to her,
Money fell into her lap,
Suitors clambered after her,
Men worshipped her as if she were Aphrodite in the flesh.
Such a pretty little thing
If not a bit naïve.
Many had eyes for her,
But she had eyes for only one.
Arrogant he was.
Heartless and resentful as they come.
He had everything,
Money, women, power, wealth.
Greedy he was,
Never satisfied.
It's a shame really,
That the golden-haired girl dared to s
