Her eyes are of an Emerald Green,
And sparkle with life seldom seen.
Her smile is made of cultured pearls,
Drawn from below the crystal blue sea.
Her hair flows long with alluring charm,
Spun from the wind and wisps of silk.
Her figure is drawn along curves with no edge,
Defying the math and angles of elders.
Her voice ushers forth a sound of delight.
Made from the chords of a golden harp.
Long shall she be in my memory,
Till visions pass and time turns to dust.