How beautiful this woman
as she ages, resplendent lady
with a rich, stable temperament.
Eyes mellow as delicate lace,
yet intense with discerning skills
that decant her compassions.
Smile teeming with affection
and warmth, igniting your spirit
into a Mardi Gras of sparklers.
Hands still praising her own
divinity of salvation, ceasing time
barred by glorious celebrations.
Heart bursting in sensitivity,
like benevolence with a purpose,
serving kindness to the world.
Hair blithe brown, dazzling
alert, pouring to her shoulders
with the shine of an honor guard.
Lips still energetic and spicy,
like a piquant orchid seducing
a kiss from a moist dewdrop.
Skin lathered with its own
beguiling full moon light, prizing
minds to think with open humility.
Hugs always splashing flickers
of sunshine and hope, every one
its own pure gift of tenderness.
Love like powerful waterfalls
of steadfast devotion, quenching
the thirst of my dehydrated soul.