An Ideal Woman
Her face is but a lifetime's joy,
Her lips will the flowers employ.
Her eyes a melange of sky and sea,
Her smile is but a melodious plea.
Her words a tender propensity,
Her posture a model of accuracy,
Around her stride the moon revolves,
With the wave of her hand my mood evolves.
Her gentle touch in all affection,
Will spur me through my quest for perfection,
And all that my heart yearns to say,
She by her actions will portray.
Copyright © Christian Eliab Ratnam 2012
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