For A Woman Of The Past
Tight, bright black clad each elegant and celestial limb.
A beautiful tower, shooting from the ground tall and slim.
Her elfin face shines like fine silver, and is velvet smooth.
There is no distress her reassuring eyes cannot soothe.
Part of Autumn as her black mane flies in the gentle breeze,
It dances as pretty as the shaking leaves on the trees.
When seen, easily she could be confused for a goddess,
For the presence of those around she will bless with goodness.
The wide smile is an outward sign of a kind, thoughtful mind.
With those arms around you happiness is easy to find.