I don't know where to start, but I need to find the words
To describe something of beauty, that surely needs to be heard
If heard is not what they are, then these words must surely be read
For these words are written with heart, either way my words are said
You must all be asking, what these words are all about
If I was atop of Hacha Grande, these words written I would shout
These words are written about beauty, amidst the clothes she wears
It's about a Spanish maiden, what she wears, I can only stare
No matter the colours, be they vibrant, dark or others
Either way they cloak my eyes, so radiant in perfect smother
Captured within her aura, dark locks in appearance blend
Entranced are my eyes forever, for my mind my views do send
To describe something of beauty, that surely needs to be heard
My eyes can only be truthful, to see her, I'm never blurred