norman ayres


Her beauty


Her face is that of marble, defiant and unchanging, a face so strong and true you could never picture ageing. Her skin of steel and flowers a gentle mix of strength and grace, the beauty of her being puts me in a wonderous place. Her voice is like an angel singing sonnets through the day, her beauty oh her beauty I just don't know what to say. Her manners are so gentle her gate a somber stride, any time I see her I always come alive. The likeness of an angel the demenoir of a saint, the completeness of this woman is bound to make me faint. when you put all these in a woman oh so fair, only to the gods may her beauty be compared.

Submitted: Saturday, February 02, 2013
Edited: Monday, April 15, 2013
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for the woman i used to know.

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