Her Aspect

Her eyes are adorned with a glittering gown,

Like that the sun drapes upon lakes at twilight;

And like the sky whose turbulent hues are hurled upon the horizon nigh.

Her eyes teem with the spectrum’s manifold prism,

Emanating a hope not yet denied.

Like the soft hues about her, so elegant - lovely;

Like the manner about her- becoming, refined.

Those eyes shone starkly her longing, her passion;

The passion of youth age not yet betrayed.

To win love from a spirit that saunters so graceful,

Your spirit must be that of a prince or a saint.

Drawn to those eyes ’til my breath betrays me,

I hope into dreaming but know I am doomed.

To smolder insane in the wake of rejection,

While watching her effulgence imbuing the world.

As man upon man clamors to win her,

I know I am not...all she deserves!