She Poem by Jojoba Mansell

Her silken hair, the autumn sun as it paints the autumn leaves.
Her eyes, so loving and so deep, blue sapphires you'd believe.
Her skin, so soft and porcelain white, heaven to the touch.
Her lips, angelic, her smile so sweet you could never see too much.

Her body moves, such poise and grace, a poetry of motion.
Her figure, sublime, Aphrodite's equal, Zeus would have such notion.
Her hands, nails painted, delicate as a cherub's kiss.
Her tender touch, caress and love, the definition of bliss.

Her soul, so pure, her spirit charitable and giving.
Her heart, so loving, illuminating life, makes each day worth living.
Her friendship, infinite as the heavens, her loyalty always true.
Her being, her all, her essence, it radiates to better me and you.