The Most Beautiful Woman, Poetically Unbound

Her beauty draped, a silhouette divine, The most beautiful woman, her grace defined. Eyes like constellations, deep and profound, Wisdom their gaze, a universe found. Golden tresses cascade, a waterfall of light, Soft as whispers, in the moonlit night. Her skin, a canvas, where stories are told, A tapestry of warmth, in hues untold. A symphony of laughter, a melody sweet, Intellect sparkles, in every thought she greets. Her words, like poetry, dance in the air, A reflection of brilliance, beyond compare. Graceful as a swan, she moves with ease, A dance of intellect, a gentle breeze. Her smile, a sunrise, breaking the dawn, In her presence, a symphony of sound. The most beautiful woman, a blend so rare, Physical allure, and intellect, so rare. In her existence, a masterpiece is spun, For she is the art, the moon and the sun, Aunt Shirle Moore .