“She was beautiful in a stoic sense,
As if she was not aware of the beauty,
She did not have fancy clothes or jewelry,
However her eyes struck of such beauty,

As the color of the deep blue sea,
When she smiled it was a gasp of crisp air,
Her lips matched the rest of her natural beauty,
She spoke with a soft modest voice,

She was extremely exhilarating and splendid,
The wind wisp in her hair shown a radiant fiber,
How one could love this stoic beauty amidst,
She suffocated beauty out of the fore deep sea,

Her eyes and face poignantly melancholy,
Yet she radiated beauty as not aware,
At that point egress mercurial joy between us,
Than show her she was with such artistry grace,

It was than a prodigious billow of hunger,
For this woman before us ensued,
As lightning flashed exaltingly trembling we kissed,
And neither of us would feel hunger again now as one,
A concomitant glass of my Stoic BEAUTY”
    By AG 06/10/2018 ©