Is it a mirage?

She graced my eyes like the tides graces the shore

Her sight was like the sun when it graces the horizon

Her smile

A gaze to behold

Her beauty was tandem with nature's very own

Acorn her swift but hidden foot as she adorns the cloak of modesty

She was a bizarre perfection with a slight imperfection

And a cumulus of nectar was her voice

What a paradox

She is my centre of gravity and i her sentinel

Indeed nature is beautiful and she is a core

For my Mya