Her

Her candid smile, lights up the room, As she strolls by, as necks turn, To watch her majestic grandeur, She strolls by, elegantly, And our eyes lock, those brown eyes, They draw me in, I am affixed, Gazing upon her beauty, and that smile, Crafted by the Gods, maybe Zeus himself, Like a magnet, she draws me close, Into her embrace, her scent like an angel's She is majestic, a work of art, Beauty reincernate.