She Walks

She walks in beauty,

Coercively striking the petals that lay before her

With breathtaking enchantment

Taking but the breaths of unqualified men as they

Wallow away in jealousy

Lurking at the floor which she walks

She walks in adornment,

Gracefully twirling across the glorified balcony

That lights up at the touch of her bittersweet ecstasy

Her eyes filled with all that is good and gold

Leaving her competition with nothing but distress

And the way she looks at me,

With her mid-may blue eyes,

but at the same time fiery red sharpness

Lighting up the room with her ever so bright incandescence

I couldn’t feel more safe