The Way Her Chin Falls Delicately Into Her Palms
Her Eyes Lost In Her Own Invented Paradise
With A Sudden Brushing Stroke Of Her Eyes
Time Is Frozen Within Her Blink
As I Sit Aside Capturing Her Details
Her Innocence Inspires The Clouds
-To Float Aside And Make Way For Light
Soft Waves Falling Around Her Face
The Wind Splashes Them Warmingly
Clasping Her Fair Hands Against The Table
– Should Be Labelled A Crime
That That Which Does Not Belong
Is Far Forgiven And Accepted
Let Alone The Table Allows Her To Convey Such A Form
God’s Stunning Creation
Seeming To Be Touchless
For A Drop Of Dirt Cannot Destroy Such Purity
Sheer Radiance Evokes The Moment
So Rare Is This Form Of Beauty
As It Interwines With Virtues
What Colors It Brings Into Life
She Lives Within These Words
And Dies As The Lines Near An End
For Far Fetched Moments
Captured In The Mind
Last As Long As We Embrace Them
Else They Gently Fade Into The Night