I don't know what to think about this one sometimes I like it sometimes I don't.
|Eyes deep crimson red.
Bewitching, enchanting, blissful.
A living work of art.
Her hair flows in long tangled streams.
Caressing her flexing shoulders,
ensconcing her face.
That face: a myriad of cliffs and valleys.
Truly the height of her beauty.
It is not nearly as entrancing,
as her skill for dancing.
Twirling and meandering she goes.
until time and space seem small.
when compared to her.
For she is my little rock floating in space.
Delighting me with every turn.
I am happy to call her home.