It is not easy to write of a woman. She is a mysterious being.
To contemplate her fully, is not a simple thing.
To name her virtues, is to only gleen from seeing.
Behind her beautiful eyes, there is more magic than in an enchanted ring.
Behind her smile, she can be beautiful, harsh, kind or pleasing.
A kitten. A tigeress. A Queen. A wise woman is the equal of any King.
But though it may be hard to contemplate a womans beauty… it is complex & trying.
Poetry is born from men attempting to do this very thing.
Thus I find myself sitting here, under the stars and smiling.
To contemplate your beauty is a wonderful thing.