The night sky is alive
With soulful words and scarlet heart letters
Alive with electricity
Sparks dancing around my fingertips
Catching words to describe her
This lady of quiet grace
Her hair
Undulating waves of chestnut and cinnamon
Cascading softly past her breathtaking visage
An auburn symphony of pure poetry
Her eyes
Deep pools of lunar light
Moonlight eyes
Its depth incredible
Its colour sublime
Her smile
A radiant expression of pure light
Its subtle magic
Unnoticed by many
Except the odd poet
Words are but the triggers
Of human emotionality
She has unlocked many an emotion
A lady so impossibly beautiful
An inspiration to poets and artists
Can simple ink or paint
Really capture her magical essence
An eloquent elegance
A matchless grace
This muse to the few
For we can but try
