A beauty to behold you are fare as the tulip pedal Your radiance exudes from your skill like heat from the fire As a silver cloud A pale breeze She sweeps me off my feet And I look upon her as a vision of beauty and grace She is not perfect as nothing but imagination and memory can be Perfection is only for those who seek to compare them selves She is exactly who she should be and her road has just begun We are all travelers on our personal journey No end in sight for any wise person