Ode to a Lost Beauty

May her eyes forever be excited

Like Almonds enlightened by the sun

Her smile is like a string

of perfect pearls

Her hair curls like relaxed smoke in a closed room

We were once in closed rooms

Her voice a gentle harp

Her skin spotted with beauty marks

Pinpoints of what she has seen

a map of desire I can't confide

A cheetah at rest I can best describe

May her beauty die ever so slowly

For the ones who do aspire

Admire the ones like her

For the ones who do desire

Perspire at the very sight of her