Alabaster and gold couldn’t compare in grace,
To the sculpted beauty of that beautiful face.
The perfumes of various exotic lands,
Fell short of the fragrance of her delicate hands.
Her rose tinted visage , a cynosure of all eyes
Often did wonders to a smile, that left little to disguise.
Desired and admired, she was by quite a few,
But true love was for the only love she ever knew.
Her story however ended before it began,
And from life and living, she forever ran.
Her grace and charm, decades later, still continue to mesmerize…
But no one saw her smile, ever again, reach those kohl laden eyes…
(inspired by someone whose melancholy beauty was more than skin deep and the stark loneliness of her persona emanated with a sense of quiet dignity and immense grace…)