Her Beauty Poem by Phil Soar

Her footsteps left a pattern in a patch of fairy dust
A voice that echoed innocence was something I could trust
Her lips were soft and velvet and silky to the touch
There was something special with this girl I wanted very much

Her shape almost so delicate, a worry she might break
To doubt that she was magical, clearly a mistake
Her beauty effervescent and her poise a sheer delight
And when she smiled it filled the room with incandecsant light