Her laugh contagious,
Eyes a kaliedoscope,
Grace of a swan,
Voice that'd melt a stone,
Her touch — the caress of a wind,
Her presence — a blanket of hope.
You'd expect her to be all, but oblivious!
To a fact so well known,
As she denies her exquisite beauty,
No doubt in her tone,
You may see an act of modesty,
But it's just genuine innocence,
And love deep in her bone.
