Mourning Skies

Beauty

Her stride had a skip

And her smile could melt

The most frozen of hearts.

The kind, hazel eyes

Could swallow up anyone

In their wake

And her attitude towards others,

Always kind and forgiving,

Adds more to her radiating exquisiteness

When some ask

To describe her

I can seldom find the words

I could explain her pure soul

And sweetness,

How they lace with her allure

To describe her better,

If she isn't beauty

I don't know what is.