Tell me what you think...

"There's a music in the way the wind says your name,
The soft lamenting calls of a beauty beyond compare
Imagined by the heart-broken, awe-struck, admirers of your strut
As you parade down the minds of the lost and longing
And draw ample attentions in that smile of yours,
The way you toss your hair, the way you flirt at the boys,
The small of your back as you strike your pose,
The glimmer in your eyes as you counts what's yours.

There's a poetry in the way the Sun draws your allure,
The blatant stares of ravenous men touched by the Lord's Good Work
Made bare and flesh for all to see, but for none to own and conquer;
The terrible reminder of perfection in wait in your flowing curves,
Full lips, sweeping legs, angelic face, perfect stance
That makes the men fall weak and make children wonder about God,
As you smile to your own rhythm, that shakes this world afire
As the men around you dance unwillingly to that glorious grace.

There's a magic in the way the Moon shows your grace,
That translucence that makes men grow weak and fall in love with you,
That drives them to write poems, compose sonnets, commit miracles
Just so that they can see you smile in that perfect moonlight;
And in this time that I know this truth, the magic that is of you,
This perfect lament of happiness and grace, this slow-beating song
That feeds my heart in this perfect Moon that shows your glow,
Let me be happy and lost when the wind says your name."