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Her Essence
She arrives as an innocent pellucid moment;
Whispering upon quietude’s of silence.
Her eyes are diaphanous mirrors;
The color of love…
Gazing upon her reflective pools;
She motions…a language of balance…
Her gown…a withy vision of purity;
Made from the roots of perseverance…
She holds the salience of clay-
as an offering of her rare quintessential stones.
…Polished jewels from the prismatic opulence of her soul-
Formed by the motley essence of her enlightenments…
She places warmth upon the endowing heart of dreams;
Outstretching the illumed evidence of her wisdoms…
Arriving through destined moments…ensouled by time,
She is the eternal compass of beatific expressions.
Holding the bounty of transpicuous promises;
Her essence is the fragrant breadth of supple rose petals.
Her descrying eyes…the diaphanous mirrors of presence;
The color of love…
(Written: September 6th, 2009 1:03 p/m)
In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love
Embraced ~ Embrassé
poétesse d'amour ~ poétesse romantique
Copyright© 2009 Poetess Victoria L. McColley