Endless. Endlessly soft,
The decorum and elegance
of rhythmic supple lines
mystically fading into
the soul of nature;
rolling her peace
over the horizons
of time.

Quietly soft,
I glance over
so much in you.
Your hair like
the willows
in an open and free
sway with the wind.

Your eyes always
do their own thing —
fast, focused,
and filled with
brilliance …
then they
turn wide,
and soft,
as your smile
broadens.