Overtime Poem by Lay Rite

I had seen beauty before
Beauties, in many movies and living life
And I had seen pretty parading
Previously and still presently at occasions
And I had seen them being proudly paraded
In the presence of those privy

But your beauty, I was never privy
To the likeness, in life or movies
The illuminating light complexion
That lights spot up long before your arrival
Unavoidably, unintentionally announces your approach
Only a saint could dare resist
Or perhaps pretends to!

The eyes, white, clear and sexy
The eye balls, well placed with
The naturally sensational eyelids
Together they set hearts longing.

And the ear; normal, nice and fitting
In consonance with a proportionate nose
The kind you want to kiss all the time
What can you do with the inviting lips?

Did I forget the black shining hair on a modelly head?
And the face with its beautiful features
Would certainly send Da Vinci into nonstop drawing frenzy
And inspire Donne to write a treatise.

Don’t get me started on the build
The wonder and meticulousness of the build
With its impeccable architecture
And unparalleled artisanship
Would make Eiffel green with envy of the Maker.


This queen of beauty I know
With her softspokeness and politeness
Openness and accommodating principle
Friend to everyone who deserves
Helper to all who are in need.

This angel I befriend
All the time I keep wondering
How on earth could beauty,
Intellect, civility, and humility be built in one person?
Someone must have done overtime,
Was my only logical answer.