When she enters a room, the light of the sun shines round about
She is radiance itself
Her smile is that of one million candles, illuminating all darkness
She causes all shadows to fade
Her lips move, and brings forth an angels voice
Never speaking what is unseemly
Her eyes are a black hole, sweeping soles away
Lost in her vast beauty
Her hair flows down, like the purest chestnut wool
A natural pillow for a queens head
Her soft white skin glows, and her warmth can kindle a blaze
She is a purifying fire
Her beauty cuts to the hearts of men, but with a sword of purity
She is of modest dress
Her gait is captivating, she walks in ellogence
There is no other of her class
Her strength can move mountains, and her knowledge ascends the stars
Only God could sculpt such art as she
Her every movement is pure, worthy of astonishment
She is an inspiration to all people
When she leaves a room, the light then is gone
She is radiance itself