Where does one begin to describe your grace?
A cosmic entity, an enigma.
The moon is not unlike your eyes;
Lovers quaint gaze up in admiration,
Powerful enough to raise up the tides.
Roses may wilt, but you are immortal
In the minds of many who were enticed so.
A force of nature- the sun, rain, moon, wind,
You have mystifying excellence.
Flowers bejewel your hair, stars on your skin,