Azare

mundane

She comes
Her eyes a-dazzled
like a shiny silver-shilling
in a summer forenoon sun,
sparkling.

Her teeth illuminates
the guilt and indolelnce
of hearts

Her face radiant
like reflecting beach
on a moony summer night.
Her gait, her grace
yet she choose none
as her face changes not
with age

All must pass through
Her, yet none can win
Her heart

Though she deters none
to her beckoning
hands.