"Women who wear hats are the most beautiful."

The way her small smile extends;
the brim of her hat protecting,
capturing its radiance.

Her cheeks, flushed a deep red,
darkened only by the shadows,
of the worn, woven straw.

Her eyes, a dark, vibrant brown,
dancing with soft melodies,
as she hums with warm breath.

"Women who wear hats are the most beautiful",
he said,
*"How interesting is that?"