Perfection

In golden fields where sunbeams dance and play,

A maiden fair, of incomparable beauty,

Lost in thought and dream I strolled one day

Her heart was captivated by visions of the radiance of perfection.

Her eyes, bright and blue like sapphires,

Radiant with grace and pure intent,

Her lips, like soft and true roses,

Whispered the secrets of love so crooked.

Her hair, like golden wheat, flowed,

And in its waves, a mystical light,

Emerged from every fiber,

A radiance that reached the ground.

Her form, like alabaster red and white,

Radiant with grace and pure light,

Her steps, like music, soft and slow,

Led her to the fields below.

As she walked, the flowers bloomed,

Birds do not sing, their sweet music,

In her presence, all felt,

The beauty of perfect magic.