There is something about the autumn chill that that makes the world seem heartless and ugly
Though the natural beauty is vanishing and going dormant, your beauty still remains before me
I can't help but enthralled by your beauty, I never noticed you before
Yet you were right under my nose
Looking at you, I see a beautiful child of God, mysterious, sometimes devilish, gentle, loving...
Mahogany skin, soft like crushed velvet yet rugged and still strong...the masculine and feminine intertwined so perfectly
Eyes so black, the viewer get lost your persona, your aura
Lips like to purple plums, forbidden fruit
Growth occurring, your feet are deeply rooted in the soft mud of truth and the rains of introspection have made your branches strong and tall
Though the autumn chill has brought frost to your limbs your nature remains the same
Looking at the reflecting pool, I can't help but be enchanted by you
