For her!


Her soul so calm; I see beyond her smile,
She kneels to none; and has a great style.
I can distinguish her among the rest,
Her wonderful works – All are impressed.

She is like the beauty of the spring,
And all the happiness that this life can bring.
It’s an essence of beauty – well personified on earth,
I may measure, yet can’t estimate the worth.

She will be true until the end.
She won’t break though she may bend.
She’s drifting away with eternal surprise.
Pure and pleasant; the wiser of the wise,
She seeks truth and not sweet lies,
The charming girl with mysterious eyes.

She is the cause why now I write,
These few lines so soft and light.
Yet, No amount of words can, even for a while,
Describe the true beauty conferred on her smile.