She was the elegance of the morn
With a beauty that eclipsed the dawn
Knitted with grace yet softly spun
To wrestle against rays of the Rising Sun
With eyes brighter than the morning glow
And tresses adjuring the midnight\'s flow
Yet all she bore in her shape and tone
Was the Spring\'s bloom and its throne;
Cherishing its Queen, fragile yet divine
To rule over Spring and make it sublime.
I saw her under the jealous light,
Watching whom was an absolute delight!
With her elegance showing its flair
As it fragranced that gracious air
With a face where death and life blend
Where my future joys often portend
A mortal formed with special care
Blessed by mists of her elegant flair
For fleeting griefs, for quiet guile,
For tender words, for every beguile.
And I watched her with a sturdy gaze
To see her soul in its tempered blaze
A mortal flame with wisdom\'s gleam,
A Pilgrim bridging life’s vast stream;
With a purpose strong and clear
With firm patience and a heart sincere
Laid an eternal Woman deftly wrought
To nurture and guide any new thought.
A soul reticent adorning the heavenly hue
She roams unaware of her potential true.