Her Beauty Poem by R. K. Hart

She sweeps by and her beauty causes angels to cry,
In addition, the Cherubim release a gentle sigh.
Mere men melt like an asphalt road,
On hot days when men are near to explode.

Her beauty, likened to a window of stained glass,
Her nature is beyond reproach and that of pure class.
She is as fine as a sunrise, more beautiful than a sunset,
As cool as a gentle breeze and many more are her assets.

Her voice is music and the singer’s song,
The sound of heavens harps and earths bird song.
She sings and manly men do her biding,
For her, men would both break and be law abiding.

How in truth to explain the wonder of her beauty and seize,
Perhaps with golden autumns from mighty oak trees.
A few descriptions of what I see when I think of my sweet,
Visions of my heart whose love is laid at your feet.


R. K. Hart