Her laughter quiets the birds, their songs
have become cries of sorrow to her music.
Comfortable surroundings have helped to 
expose the beautiful woman that she is,
an elegance that I long to be a part of
To paint a picture of perfection would
only be to insult a woman as exquisite as she.

Though I've seen her only once, the time
stopped and became an eternity, as if 
heaven above has become less than
perfect when my time stood still.

                          C.S. BUTCHER