Greta Garbo

She slept while I thought, a miracle child, she grew up so lovely and so very wild.

Her heart was so lonely, I wish she could see, the beautiful lady God wished her to be.

In hindsight I saw her for what she was then, a wild child just waiting to mingle and blend.

Her name was Greta, she was so finely tuned, and she made life her love song, when she looked to the moon.

If she singled you out with her long lusting stare, you would breathe in her charm and hold her so dear.