In the wake of her beauty, I lost my better judgement.
The smile I let penetrate my inner sanctum.
My solace thrown into confusion
As I threw caution to the wind.
A storm of never ending thoughts,
A whirlpool of emotion.
At the epicenter of my chaos
You'll find an orchestra called love.
Cast roses at her feet for she’s a Queen.
The birds saw her and wished that they could sing.
Beauty beyond borders,
For no one could reproach her.
Her smile carried a glow
That gave strength to the trees and flowers,
Her words bore a tune,
Soothing to a heavy heart.
The warmth of her embrace
Could melt away resentment.
Her demeanor carried grace,
And in her presence joy was ever present.