Her beauty, like the sculptures of old,

Is chiseled by the gods, a work of art,

With eyes that hold the secrets of the ages,

And all the beauty of the world within their depths.

Her simple smile, a gentle curve of lips,

Can make my heart take wing and soar,

And her laughter a symphony inside me roars. 

A melody that captures and whisks me to unknown shores.

I question if this love is a curse,

A madness born of longing and desire,

Or if in her, I've found a kind of truth,

A light that can guide me through.

For her majesty and glow are like no other,

A radiance that shines so bright,

And all I wish is to spend my days and nights,

In her warm embrace.

Like Yeats, I'll sing of her in verse,

Her beauty etched upon my heart,

And in the pages of my poetry,

She'll live forever, a work of art.