May 2016
Of the uncountable stars are none brighter than her eye's shimmer,
For the luminous skies incomparable to her brilliance depicted here,
As Neolithics hath once portrayed nature's beauty by fossilized amber,
Do we as mortals give beauty its name by exquisite sightings this year.
Centennial conjurings of angels hath stolen our sanity by the lot,
A benevolent gift through heavenly hands by the touch of graceful yearns,
Neither paints nor words shall rightfully capture her fairness not.
For the luminous skies incomparable to her brilliance depicted here,
As Neolithics hath once portrayed nature's beauty by fossilized amber,
Do we as mortals give beauty its name by exquisite sightings this year.
Centennial conjurings of angels hath stolen our sanity by the lot,
A benevolent gift through heavenly hands by the touch of graceful yearns,
Neither paints nor words shall rightfully capture her fairness not.
Regarding a beautiful lady who can nor be described by words not portrayed by painting. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. But if no words can describe her, neither can any picture do her justice.
