BEYOND MORTAL

Chaos.

In the wake of her beauty, I lost my better judgement.

The smile I let penetrate my i

My solace thrown into confusion

As I threw caution to the wind.

A storm of never ending thoughts,

A whirlpool of emotion.

At the epicenter of my chaos

You'll find an orchestra called love.

Cast roses at her feet for she’s a Queen.

The birds saw her and wished that they could sing.

Beauty beyond borders,

For no one could reproach her.

Her smile carried a glow

That gave strength to the trees and flowers,

Her words bore a tune,

Soothing to a heavy heart.

The warmth of her embrace

Could melt away resentment.

Her demeanor carried grace,

And in her presence joy was ever present.