How Lovely
How lovely does one’s eyes, sparkle in light.
How one’s touch, gentle, no silk could compare.
How one’s love, everlasting, full life.
How one’s beauty, allusive, if be fair.
My soul, empty, ever so I want her.
My mind, abridge, disquiet, I need peace.
My lips, speechless, words cannot register.
My body, still, love is just a belief.
She, a blossom, so divine but graceful.
She, like water, calming, always oneself.
She, not knowing, how her beauty travels.
She, so loving, never scared to show herself.
She, a mystery, invisible and free.
Who is she, I know not, the one to be?
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