To see is to know

Everything about her
is wonderful to see
her eyes like mini icicles
sparkling constantly
her eye liner that perpetuates
the pretty painted pic’s
and magnificent mascara
that knocks this soul for six

the shadows soaked with shimmer
the cheeks of petalled rose
her hair each strand to understand
but such subtlety it shows
her skin of the finest porcelain
carnation pink her lips
a bone structure to die for
with such subliminal links

to the Goddess and the Angels
and those nymphs that come and go
its her outward auric splendour
which has such a healthy glow
her hands, her neck, her body
in her cladded leggings, she
whisks my heart to paradise
for that is where I be
she must have come from Aradia
for in raptures, I become
seeing her
my heart it feels just like
a massive drum
her perfume solid karma
the finest, ever I
if ever I lost sight of her
I would have no choice
but die