She is, but a beautiful poem,
A mellifluous rhythm to being she is.
Beautiful her lyrics are—euphony she dances.
Melodious she murmurs love, truly her words are,
A cause of pleasing-pain she is.
Deepness she enchants soft,
A tale untold she is.
Blissful her touch is—ecstatic she kisses.
Embrace of harmony, a cloak of tranquillity,
A world unexplored, paradise she is.
Is she an angel? No a goddess she is,
A reason for life, a blessing she is.
Serenity her sight is—to trance she leads.
Creator’s treasure, the gift precious to my soul, truly
A beautiful poem she is.