REFLECTING SKIES, WHERE CLOUDS OF FANCY ROAM

Her eyes, a sapphire, deep and full of light,
Reflecting skies, where clouds of fancy roam,
A face that gleams, a vision pure and bright,
A masterpiece, beyond the earthly dome.
Her lips, like roses, soft and sweetly red,
A gentle sigh, a whisper soft and low,
A heart of gold, where love forever bred,
A soul serene, where peace and comfort flow.
And as I gaze, upon her beauty rare,
My heart, a captive, held within its sway,
I worship her, with reverence and care,
And pray for her, each and every day.
For she is grace, a goddess, born anew,
A gift from heaven, shining bright and true.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI