Harlow, mine

She had a classic way
And soon as I saw her
Walking down the street
I was enamoured
All that glamour
All that shine
Harlow was the lady
I would make mine
Lips of red fire
Never any chagrin
Harlow was a piece
Of the past divine
She rocked a bolero
She wore a string of pearls
And a mood ring
I laughed when I saw that
You could read her moods
Upon her everchanging face
She glanced upon me once
And then returned my gaze
It was in the very moment
I knew she would be mine in days
Harlow is my wife now
And when I wake to her comely face
I know the world is within my reach
Then when I reach for Harlow
I know where I belong
Harlow is my love song