If the word, elegance and beauty
Is in line with your ethereal beauty
Then you must be created so sensitive and delicate
By him who breathed life into you
Who has a rich and exquisitive taste
On how to make or perhaps create a woman perfectly.
To capture the heart of those who behold her beauty.

I wouldn't compare my less innocent soul
To her pure soul as well as her gift of being natural at heart.
Praises, adorations and odes has been written to her.
By those who recognize her worth, the blessed one!

So wise is she that I call her a Cassandra
For before the eyes of men
They fail to believe her rare truthful gift.

I eulogize you as a perfect epitome.
Of being natural and plain in body
As well as in mind
Natural at heart, you truly are
Doubt not, for I do not.
© aloine-racheal