She was beautiful
Not the kind of beauty on pretty magazine models
But beauty in each feature
That its collectiveness was bewildering
Imperfectly perfect in each flaw.
So rare a beauty
Divinely sculptured emulating haloed souls
That a look alike wasn't mad
Why, strange beauty?
Artists of the world adorned thee
In minutes then hours
Before a near replica be painted.
Such wild eyes, such tender lips,
Oh! jealous angels,
Could thou phantom what God made?
