When I look at her
All I see is Beauty
Ebony hair
Cascading down light shoulders
Which never seem to hold tension
Color always in her olive-toned skin
A rosy blush across her defined cheekbones
The same color that rests upon her lips
That speak only with the delicacy
Of a spring bird’s harmonious song
Which match the softness of her eyes
Truly the most breathtaking of sights
