Lenoir,_Charles-Amiable ‘A_La_Recherche_du_Temps_Perdu. (In Search of Lost Time)
The lady yearns for briefest rest
held captive by the artist quest.
A simple pause; her smile beguiles.
Her almond eyes belie the lies.
Mid curve of lips, a cautious glance.
But youth is harmed; so brief the dance.
And, stealthily, her feelings flee.
Her cries are hidden hastily
behind her smile.