This lady I once knew had a beautiful forehead,
And like a peaking of sunset,
her face glistened like a pale moon in early night.

The lady knew aesthetics with color, style, and fashion,
But also knew how to get those in good prices,
And a women who can control compulsive purchases are quality ladies.

As seeing her outer shell was magnificent,
But surely she must be a ***** without an intellect,
And so I spoke in question since no lady is without a flaw.

So I told myself I would like to find her weakness,
And that will deter away from me to her,
Because beauty always have a severe deficiency.

More I explored her mind I saw different facet of character unraveled
And unquenched need to explore her like a great book,
While you couldn't stop reading a next paragraph.

What was my curiosity of persona became a muse,
And more I tried to indulge the senses,
I became obsessed by the sparking of a character.

Like a sensory overload,
I became consumed by her presence,
And like the presence of a void,
I needed to know more.

There is a saying in Italian that ladies are like an art,
Or marble statues of elegant craftsmanship created by their soul,
And that I can only concede by their majesty

You my lady however is a master piece,