By Rodney Rountree
It is a mystery to behold – the beauty of her.
(Poem #13 from "Poem Time Capsule")
Her body is a flower’s pose,
Still fresh with the evening dew.
Her voice is like the melody, of a soft summer breeze
As it passes, gently, through the trees.
Her eyes are pools of twilight,
That inspire thoughts of candle light.
Her hair is as soft as summer fun,
And as golden as the midday sun.
Her lips are as the summer moon,
Glowing as embers of warmth and passion,
And I can only sit and gaze with wonder,
At the beauty of her.