I believe her name is Monica, Millicent --or maybe Maple Springs.
It’s probably Melinda.
What I know about her is not real
She glides above the gardens on a glorious summer day
I can’t catch her
She doesn’t want to be caught
I try and she laughs at me
That beautiful laugh
One day one man will win her over
And we will call that bliss or love or luck or fate.