A Lady of Vanity

If you ask
She will be the first to tell you
That she is the fairest of the fair
And that may be a cliché, but
She doesn’t even care because
She will tell you that her hands are
The softest hands of any hands
That could ever be
And her eyes, she would say
Are the bluest blue than even
The bluest sea, but how can it be
That her eyes are also green,
Greener than the greenest tree
She’ll say that they will change
According to what kind of woman
That she chooses to be on any
Particular kind of day
And her hair, she will say,
Is as pure as gold and it glistens
In the sun as she lets it unfold
And in the wind it will sway
As she runs in the fields of May
If you ask
She will definitely say that
She is the most beautiful
Of this day and of any day.