She Is Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night’s embrace,
Of cloudless climes and skies adorned with grace;
Where dark and bright, they blend in her sweet face,
Her aspect, eyes, a heaven’s gentle trace.
Thus mellowed, tender light, a radiant sight,
Denying gaudy day, with hues so bright.

One shade or ray, if altered, could erase,
The nameless grace that dwells in every trace,
Of raven tresses, flowing with such ease,
Soft light upon her face, a tranquil breeze.
Her thoughts, serene and sweet, in pure embrace,
Reveal a dwelling-place, so pure, so dear.

And on that cheek, and brow, so soft, so clear,
Eloquence finds home, yet calmness here.
With smiles that win, and tints that gently glow,
They speak of days in goodness, hearts aglow.
A mind at peace, embracing all below,
A heart of innocence, love’s blessed flow.

:: 08.02.2023 ::