The feeling's back
And beautiful is she who dances
A grace divine and silken dresses.
Of course, I am enthralled by her
I could describe how gracefully she moved
across the floor
How lovely she looked
She appeals to me
and I see beauty
as it should be to me
Sculpted
muscles stretch from shoulder to finger
Able to
hold ships in place
Cheekbones,
dimples, freckles on the face
Like the
sun shone there and the light just lingers
To marvel
at you
Is to watch
blossom blue
To make the
world anew
Come spring
or summer dew
Celestial
being with angelic features
Sculpted in
marble with brush strokes
Your mouth
a beaker
Of spilled
paint in water color skin tones
Complex
mind, soft complexion
Caring
heart, boundless affection
