Beauty

Her first impression is controlled. Her comely presence undersold. But then her beauty does take hold With laughter spun of purest gold. She captures hearts and countless souls: Forever thoughts and dreams unfold. It is her duty to entrance The minds of others who perchance To look upon her countenance. Her voice is heaven's own divine. Her skin's pure softness does define A sense of godly grace so fine. She is a vision in my sight; Her half-smile casts such gentle light Upon the shadows of my night. Her eyes are galaxies so bright; With lips that speak of love's delight. In her sweet presence, I have found A purity of love profound.