She Traipses in Elegance

Petrichor of Love

She traipses in elegance, like that of an eve
in the serene alleys of her beauteous haze;
Where elegance and poise art gently weave.
Her mien sets my heart ablaze,
a radiance that tranquillity doth weave,
A beauty that transcends most vivid days.

One glimpse the more, one step less bland,
Would douse the grace that goes unnamed,
That sways in each of her flowing strand,
Or might subtly mellow in my gaze untamed.
Where my thoughts, her sweetness serenely bind,
in my sanctuary of love which lies unclaimed.

Upon her cheek, and o'er her brow,
So gentle, and tranquil, yet with voice,
The laughter that enchants somehow,
Speaks of a soul that knows no vice.
A spirit pure, in elegance, does plough,
A love so innocent, a heart so wise.

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  • Accidental Poet

    Beautifully written Petrichor. 👍

    • Petrichor of Love

      Thank you, buddy. I appreciate your comment💕



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