Ode To Woman’s Beauty

~ Sonnet~

How then to pen such majesty her beauty doth command,

When all the seasons shall concede as in her shadow stand,

The Willow steals her movement such poetry of grace,

Long limbed exquisite in design light breeze this form displace,

Rhythmetic harmony she breathes the rise and fall exotic,

Bewitching those whom stand in awe enchantingly hypnotic,

With hair of fine-spun gossamer lends frame this countenance,

Such pleasures in her being sends unseemingly entranced,

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Suspending time transcending minds this apodictic wealth,

Of excellence personified claims hearts as if in stealth,

Delight in Summer’s gown adorned, by Springtime has been kissed,

From songbirds she hath borrowed voice, has Swan its elegance missed,

All natures host her treasures ghost bestow unto her being,

Such is the beauty Woman holds, most humbling for its seeing.