Benevolent Miss Poem by Yaroslav Shtets

When I saw you all at first, my heart could skip a beat,
Because nothing felt so realistic as your voice and laughter;
Tender, deep brown eyes with artistic beauty and ability to pierce whoever's soul and body,
But even then, I realised it could vary depending on the sunlight that filled your eyes with sandy colour,
So as an angle that could change every tone of the meaning of the vision.


Your temper, traits, and especially the humour are the very things of yours that made me laugh whenever we'd been talking,
And gentle smile I had seen some utmost time ago, you could share with others kindly, with the scarcity of any boundary, having the heart with its ability to warm even the northernmost country.


And even then, I've been aware that there are times ahead of me when I don't see an appearance of yours that brings me back to life,
Because of my inability to spectate it whenever I have the ability to;
But notwithstanding all the alters you could undergo, I want you devotedly to know that there will always be a part of me supporting you wherever, benevolent miss, you are meant to be.