Harlot

She was like illusion
hallucinating the world with her presence
not so eminent.
That smile she carried
was rare and magic
it deceived her admirers.
The chivalry came with expensive gifts
Those handsome illustrious warriors
for prospect
each seeking her graces.
She was a show
sweet cadence, a muse
there was no cad just foppish admirers.
Calling her a harlot?
That would be wrong.