Vision
11/17/98

I feel that I can't help but imagine
A vision of beauty--and utmost fashion
With newly trimmed hair
And dressed in blue wears

She quietly steps into the room
Like a flower barely beginning to bloom
Her smile like fire
Burns as I admire

This immaculate creature
Her precise facial features
They render me mute
For my eyes can't dispute

There lies more beneath the exterior
Her jovial nature is far superior
And her passion for kindness
Is her beauty to blindness