About her lissome body
her dress hung and clung and swung
her movement irresistible
sure, innocent and young.
Her eyes were fierce and fearless
you could see so deep inside
no foolish doubts within her
could enter, or reside
Retrousse nose and nostril
swept fragile to a flare
high and flat her cheekbone
it isn’t nice to stare
But on through glory’s archway
she muscled, carelessly
all eyes followed, powerless
in raptured ecstacy
For as surely as heaven
is really here on earth
by the beholder only
is beauty given birth.
beatriceanddante 