I've not travelled much in this world,
I've seen/ and been part of many worldly states
I've beheld and been in her fair presence
Often without the courage nor words to express what I beheld.

Perchance I beheld her in a Buba, 'n once more
I stood there, lost for words, and thinking
Beautiful, Gorgeous, Elegant, Gracefull, Exquisite...

Yet something more there was beyond the Buba,
Something that transcended the dress,
Something that drew me beyond the dress,
Something radiant, soothing, persevering...

What I saw escapes my explication,
To comprehend the elegance,
For lack of a better word,
Just behold her and you'll understand.