Sitting in a courtyard on a breezy Summer eve,
as I’m courting relaxation, and taking in beauty.
It is late into the season, and Fall is lurking
around the corner. I’ve found myself in a
blissful setting, that I can later reminisce upon.
 
Subtlety in my reflections, while yearning
deeper still. A painted picture of an ethereal,
and glorious scenic array. Framed by nature’s
comely and mysterious ways. But I am in the
mood to dance this evening, though I am yet
unaware. For beauty has beckoned to me, to
steal away into the night, and dance the
dance of romance, that her and I have longed
to reconcile.
 
And I hear her whispers in the cool breeze,
as she brushes gently across my cheek.
Her words are very delicate, and it’s difficult
to discern her speech. But all that she
speaks is lovely, and enriches my heart in
the most genuine ways. And tonight is a
night when love is awakening before my eyes.
 
The intricate unfolding of serendipitous
reprise, made plain before my sight. And yet
I am left in a state of being incessantly
perplexed at the notion of how a creature
can be so lovely. I have yearned and hoped
for the mention of her name, but the flurry of
whispers are eluding. She moves in
mysterious ways, as she flits, and floats, and
flutters about. And leaves a deep impression
of enchanted romance, whenever she comes
around.  
 

And how should I address such splendor,
which remains ever nameless to me?
For now, and yet with hopeful anticipation,
I will call her; “ The Beauty.”