The beauty of a woman
 

The beauty of a woman is a girl in

A red dress, painted by Picasso or

Renoir at their best. A waitress in a

Café, her hair up in a bow, a break

Your heart décolletage, a walk that

Burns the floor.

The beauty of a woman is a canvas

Tightly stretched, on which there lies

Temptation by the great Toulouse-

Lautrec. A portrait or impression it

Doesn't matter which, he caught her

To perfection the eyes, the hair, the

Lips.

The beauty of a woman is an idol

Of the mind, an image trapped in

Amber that cannot age with time.

She'll always stir the senses, she'll

Always catch the eye, her beauty

Is forever, her aim to mystify.
 

© Joseph G Dawson