Sara Reed Wilson

Brenau University, Georgia, USA

She is, in fact, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen

I visit her whenever I’m in town, but alas, she never turns around

White hair, white skin, white shawl around her neck

My name in the guestbook next to her, over and over again

I visit you whenever I’m in town, why do you refuse to turn around?

Look at me please my love, let me acknowledge your lovely face

My name in the guestbook next to you, over and over again

It’s absolutely frigid in here, how do you stand it?

Look at me dearest, let me acknowledge your face

On the table sits an ornate china tea set. You won’t tell me where it’s from.

It’s absolutely frigid in here, I simply cannot stand it

Sitting next to the unlit lamp of the good lord 

On the table sits the unused tea set. She won’t tell me where it’s from. 

In this darkened room, only stained glass illuminates her form 

Sitting next to the unlit lamp of the good lord

She is closed off, turned away; oh how it hurts!

In this darkened room, only stained glass illuminates her figure

I can hardly stand the burning agony of my love

She is closed off, turned away; oh how it burns!

Please turn to me, let there be no barrier between us

I cannot stand this frigid agony any longer 

I reach out to her, touch her shoulder

Come to me, my lovely, let there be no barrier between

Let us be face to face, let me be fully known

I reach out to her, turn her towards me

She is not at all who I thought she would be

We are face to face, and I am now known

I push her to the ground, shattering the fickle facade 

She was not who I thought she was

White hair, white skin, white shawl broken at my feet

I pushed her to the ground and I shattered the facade 

She was still, in fact, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen