You never put yourself on display
Simply for my viewing pleasure
Shape, sound, colour, movement, texture
Each with a unique purpose, for sure.
Your beauty resplendent, stunning
Often imitated, seldom mastered
All around me, generously offered
Precious and fragile, too easily altered.
I lose myself in your warm embrace
Breathe in your perfume, intoxicated
Stare endlessly at your magic, defeated
This string of pearls for another, knighted.
By Lens and By Pens 