She

Mystic beneath the moonlight
She beckons to the rising dawn
Like spring, she moves like summer rain
The heaven scent of wild roses
Constantly reminds me that she is there

Her sun drenched lips
So sweet and yet enticing
The allure of her smile, ravishing
Exquisite beauty before me now

For she is woman
I am never surprised nor
Am I compromised by her beauty
For she is exquisite in every way

For she is love and love encompasses her
Behold her innocence
The supple allure of her beauty
Ravishing to compare

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