The length and breadth of her smile
Is a fascination for any creature of consciousness
Though am certain walking a mile
In her shoes is discomfiting and needs finesse
Of which she has in unlimited supply.
Light seems to bounce off her visage
To the world around her and there’s nothing wily
About her picture-perfect demeanor, it’s a privilege
To bask in her spellbinding presence.
The sound of her laughter’s a musical celebration
An orchestra of its own kind with a trance
Inducing effect, clearly an incredulity of staggering proportion
Her soul’s very much in crystal clarity detail a feather
A lifebuoy especially when am at the end of my tether.