My Charming Woman

 

I have a Miss. Charming 

In my thought and in my spirit

In my memory in the dark and in the light.

Her words are so precious 

They shatter so easily, 

 

She is morally excellent,

She is a lady of subsequent creation.

She is strikingly beautiful,

She has a sternly set jaw, deep soulful eyes,

Long-dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders in ringlets.

 

Her look is gorgeous 

The Ernest concern in her gaze -

Feels like the warmth of a guardian angel.

She has an ethereal beauty, 

Whose delicacy is not at stake but just on the line

It all makes sense when I look into her  eyes

And then I listen to her heartbeat

Because it plays my favorite tune.