Creative Poetry: Poetry in Beauty

You know when you see this woman, and you get the breath knocked out of you? When you are mesmerised by her beauty, but when people ask you what you found beautiful, you struggle to describe - because all you can say sounds like poetry? Here's what happened to me.



A flowing stream of lustrous hair
From heads held high
Round a neck of yore
And into the valley of bosoms nigh

Slender fingers that trace the plains

Of flaring nostrils that know surprise

Of parted lips and rushes

Of breath as cold as ice

The sand that trickles through

The grasp of an hourglass

Waists like hers shall bring

Divine perfection amass

A supple bosom:
Peaks at twilight
Overseeing paradise
From day to night

The sturdy plateau

That bear long twines

Sweet treasures that hide

In valleys; in vines

Lo and for beauty whence

Words do no justice

For poetry in beauty

Always finds itself amiss