She Was the Elegance of The Morn

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 sunlight,

Watching them was an absolute delight!

With her elegance showing its flair

As it fragranced that gracious air

With a face where life and death 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.