A stunning song of womanhood,
your beauty is plain and seen.
Charisma that belongs to shy,
yet you never run and hide.
A mirror made of your pure flesh,
reflects the light, a calling sign.
Like a rainbow in the sky,
a pot of gold for all come by.
Your slight dimples, crazed ...... so fine.
Your sprinkling eyelashes ...... butterflies.
Your dusky tone ...... seductive wise.
Your heated curves ...... pure divine.
You are a dream, could I see.
Your picture it just spoke to me.
I do not have you, I never will.
Heaven knows I do not know you.
That's not to say I cannot dream,
cannot wish upon your star.
Just had to write what I saw,
you are gracious ...... beauty queen.
© Dougie Sargent