Red Haired Beauty the Queen's knight
I've seen her grow from just a tyke,
On silver screen and vids alike,
Her talent is, I have no doubt,
From Disney films she gained much clout.
And as she grew, so did the lass,
Into a woman filled with class,
Sophisticated she'd become,
As her fame grew within the scrum.
To act, to sing, to try it all,
But then her star began to fall,
I wondered at this change in her,
A girl no one would then insure.
An Actor's life is in the eye,
And public press, they love to spy,
Before this time, she held her own,
And she thus blossomed once full grown.
And as she changed, so too did I,
To see her fall should make one cry,
I do not know this lass at all,
But why would such a beauty fall?
The greatness of an Actor's craft,
Goes far beyond I think their draft,
Their hurts, their joys, their inner self,
And there it sits upon a shelf.
For all to view, but not to see,
Her as she
is here on TV,
She thus becomes a tortured lass,
To find no one who loves her sass,
A kindred soul she seeks to find,
Among all those, no longer kind.
She may have seemed a chore to those,
A film where self was much exposed,
Or am I wrong? I do not know,
It could be that she needs to grow.
I hope her hurts will heal inside,
And she once more regains her pride,
To once again become a star,
That I behold here from afar.
I hope she sees this Ode to her,
And that her healing will occur,
I'd like to see her name in light,
And once again be burning bright.
I wish her luck, but mostly Love,
This gentle soul, this cooing dove,
We'll never meet, but that's okay,
I hope this helps her on her way.
It is my hope she'll then regain,
A life of Love and free of pain,
Of this I'm sure, with no regret,
You have the gift, like Ann Margret.