Perfection Personified Poem by Matt Reyes

The howling wind dies down,
And all is calm.
Her beauty stops everything.
Nature halts to admire her.
She speaks, and all listen,
Her voice takes away
The breath of everything.
She walks with such grace,
All marvel at her lovely face.
Those green eyes haunt me so,
I see them wherever I go.
How I wish to be her love,
Perfection personified.
All pain ceases when she’s around.
Her smile calms even.
The fiercest of storms,
Her emerald eyes quell tornadoes,
And her voice stops volcanoes.
She is an angel.
Yet my heart aches.
Love is blind,
And so am I.