She Stood Tall

She stood tall,
a sight to see,
dressed in black,
down to her knees.
Her legs were long,
hips narrow and true,
an hourglass figure.
My sight grew dim,
the Raven black hair,
coifed into a bun.
Then I would know,
she must be the one
to help me regain,
missing things in my life,
as she embodied,
everything good
and even more,
when words were written,
about the woman, Lenore.