Where does one begin to describe your grace? A cosmic entity, an enigma. The moon is not unlike your eyes; Lovers quaint gaze up in admiration, Powerful enough to raise up the tides. Roses may wilt, but you are immortal In the minds of many who were enticed so. A force of nature- the sun, rain, moon, wind, You have mystifying excellence. Flowers bejewel your hair, stars on your skin,