The Girl of Beauty
The girl of beauty
That apple of my eye,
Who was she? What was it
That she represented?
How was it she shone so bright?
How did she mange to float by?
On a cloud so pure and so white
She had an open heart and open mind
A hair of incandescent filigree
A shape of sculptured artistry
A voice that resonated like birds in a tree
Singing a song so light and happy
That caused her aura to always glow
This beauty who confess I love so
Her first glance at me had struck me
I just hope that she too loved me.
Copyright © Fauxcroft Wade | Year Posted 2018
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