To ......

"........... And when an hour with calmer wings 
Its down upon my spirit flings- 
That little time with lyre and rhyme 
 To while away- forbidden things! 
My heart would feel to be a crime 
Unless it trembled with the strings" -Edgar Allan Poe (Romance)

There she went, with an aura of Aphrodite,
Gliding on the floor, with ethereal grace,
"A full orbed moon, that, like thine own soul", (Edgar Allan Poe, To Helen)
with two callous prongs that pierce one's heart!

Eyes! the dreamy getaways, gateways dans le ciel - the Montoyaesque mystery,
Hair! thin bold strokes of flowing fervor, imagery of Monet's mastery,
Gait! graceful grandeur- Coup de foudre , Metzinger's sorcery,
All things put, a Van Gogh's vivid vortex of vivacity

A faint little laugh,
A coy clumsy look,
A heart-swaying walk,
Dangling desires!

The flowing creek and rising sun, the budding green and whistling wind,
as unadulterated as they seem, pale in front of the effervescent emotions you evoke,
if there was ever a pedestal, an embodiment of femininity,
There would you stand, the resplendent beauty,