She is a Woman.

Oh how beautiful it feels to look at her peaceful self.

As tender as the soft breeze in springtime,

she graces my life with her presence. 

The windows of my soul are blessed to be clear

for through them,

I can see her blossom. 

None are like her tranquil self

Her beauty outshines the starry skies

and will certainly outlive the very sun. 

She's the ancient of days

and her essence was in consonance with the very first atom of life. 

Everyday, 

she lightly and gently falls in love.