A medley of thoughts, hopes and expressions
Yet with unwavering honesty and conviction
She strides across my life fleetingly
Brighter than many who crossed my sky.
One moment she stares across the room
And as I wonder to myself
Could a mere smile be so beautiful?
To light my life with so much optimism
There she has passed into the Land of Nod.
Her beauty is a wondrous sight
And yes she very well knows it
For she stands out as stark
As a beacon in a jungle of monstrosities
Her beauty however is but one of many
A gift which she proudly possesses
Be the written word or the spoken
She essays them with fire and élan.
Here must I reluctantly stop
My puny words do no further justice
To script her saga or call it tale
One of the finest who I have ever know