My Beholding Eye

Meeting a natural blonde with sparkling eyes, With a kind of beauty no matter what she tries. Whose smile is opened with glad expression, Consigning my heart with a loving impression. Just like stained window glass sparkling and shining, She’s a stunning brunette shimmering from within. Her beauty is revealed to the emotional heart, Where conveniently my romantic treks start. I’ve never lost a chance of seeing anything so beautiful, She has no voice to speak no ears to hear, I’m tearful. For beauty’s is God’s handwriting and it reads well, Yet her loving character placed me under her spell. Beauty invariably excites my sensitive soul to fears, She lives in a wheelchair yet she shows no tears. Whatever kind of splendour in its supreme development Nevertheless, my love for her is true and resonant. Since love grows continually within me I don’t mind, She has no knowledge of my face she is charmingly blind. For love is the enchanted asset her heart and mine, Her unworkable eyes produce a character so divine. Her beauty is truth’s smile even though weak and fragile I feast my eyes on her loving embraces and beguile. She observes her own face in a perfect parallel, Her tongue speaks only truth forever nouvelle. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder which is I, Love of beauty is a taste not only of the eye. It is only temporary but the mind lasts a lifetime It transports me into ecstasy gratefully on cloud nine.