A Beauty, Ripening

My love, my love, I’d love to tell Was just as fair as one may be Her lovely eyes like waves that swell Athwart the pearl-laden sea Her lips were sweet and just as lush As red roses, fresh, one to kiss Her voice in song is like the rush Of rivers those who sing with bliss Her hair as gold as sunshine rays Her skin as white as driven snow Her touch like first of summer days When high the golden sun does glow She is an elf, an elfin queen Upon her hair, the bloom of spring And in her eyes, her soul, a sheen A beauty, fresh and ripening © 2013 Gleb Zavlanov