~ THE GARDEN of CHANDELIER SKIES ~

Where her qualities are such that
The smallest of things
Can damage
Her very perception of perfection
For within
Her remarkable, otherworldly, countenance
Her glance
Can make grown soldiers cry
And with one look
Into the gloriousness of her eyes
A man can find
His most well-guarded secrets
In a reflection
Of her simply passing nearby
And the recognition
Of their own imperfections
Making it
Impossible to lie
Or find a reason why
It is also impossible
To Love the most beautiful woman
In all of time
For
To Love her from afar
Was enough to truly understand why
There is beauty
In EVERY woman's affection
And beauteous imperfection
Much like
EVERY woman's prom night
Where Love is chaperoned
And EVERY woman
The spitting image
Of
God's Garden
Of chandelier skies
And gilded
Butterflies...