A Vision Of Heaven

The glance of those deep dark golden eyes

The slight droop of that ocean covering lid

Cupid’s caravan kept in every dimple

And love in the corner of her smile hid

Her visage emanates Venusian gravity

Her soul’s tresses

Prettier than the poet’s dream;

They bless the sunlight with their elegant meshes,

And ripple each ray with an emerald gleam

…She knows who she is