Spring : a Woman of Beauty

To The Most Beautiful One Out There Who Is Yet To Sense The Grey Shades! To The Eyes That Need No Words To Convey The Soul, As Mesmerising, As Magical, As Deep, As The Silent Unmoving Ocean, Hiding A Thousand Secrets Down Under! To The One Who Needs No Curve Of The Lips To Convey Her Happiness, But Just A Look And She Smiles Through Her Eyes! To The One Who Sees Within, Through Her Hypnotic, Searching, Wide Eyes, Which Make Apparent Who You Are Inside Out! To The One Who Conveys Her Modesty Without Actions, Her Love Without Appeal, Her Sensitivity Without Touch! Her Voice Like The Hum Of The Birds Ruling The Dawn, Like A Melodious Yet Soft Tune, Like The Sound Of The Raindrops Falling, From High Above The Gates Of Heaven And She Calls Out Like The Sweetest Song Of Romance! Her Proud Moves Like That Of The Peacock Walking With Pride, Yet With A Hint Of Gratitude! She Walks In Beauty Like A Bride Walking Down The Aisle, With Much Elan And Grace! Her Heart, The Purest Dwelling Of Emotions, Dominated By Most Affectionate Care! She Blooms Like The Best Tulips Of The Season, Refreshing Everyone And Driving Away Melancholy! She, THE QUEEN OF SPRING, Influences The World With Her Virtues, Her Aura Like That Of The Most Holy Pilgrim. She Is None, But ‘A WOMAN OF BEAUTY’ !