The first day I saw her,

she sat at a window.

The sun shone around her

as she began to sing low.

And as she sat there

with her hazel brown hair,

the sun shone down on a ring, quite rare.

I began to wonder what beau had won her,

and wondered,

what was it like to have a lover?

My mother told me she could not foresee

that a man would decree

his love for me.

So I envied my lady

and wished I would maybe

live as she did.

Can you blame me?

My lady had all she could possibly want:

a title,

a home,

a bouffant.

But I never imagined

that my lady was saddened,

until she glanced my way.

I felt overwhelming grief

as she glanced in brief

towards the door,

where I stood in disbelief.

How could a lady like her

be as she were,

yet live in such beautiful ways?

I never understood

what had occurred

on that night,

Until tonight.

- Aubree: Ladies' Maid