I Saw a Beauty

A demigoddess passed on the other side of the street. I stopped and gazed astounded. What is a rosebud compared to this ethereal beauty? Delicate contours adorned her mien, grace exuded from her every pore, an ecstasy that made you hunger, a perfect flow of effulgent nature, an enthralling fairy alive in high street, spreading magic in a drab environment, a breath of fresh country air in a polluted atmosphere of a crowded town. Graciously she moved on, turned a sharp corner. I lost her forever. Who cares, I thought. But I understood why grapes are sour!