She Walks In Beauty Poem by Elena Toledo

She walks in beauty, eyes soft,

Innocent; silky breast that captures

men’s heart, her alarming whiteness,

making angels turn dark.



In times of sorrow, she's the light; if she

cries, her tears breakdown into drops of

divine moist. Wrapped in her skin, never

has a sin, her lips turn to fear in



the eyes of evil. Her sacred presence makes earth

heavenly; her beauty blinds the power of vision,

her virtuous is an envious, making instinct

jealousy take over. She walks in beauty.