.............she moves with the golden grace of a Goddess.
Shaking her head with the extreme confidence
in there is no comparison to her beauty.
She needs none knowing none is needed.
She is the perfect example of perfection personified
Not to be overly redundant
Her entire being is beyond description by mortal man.
Such words do not exist in his limited vocabulary
They can be found, existing only in nature.
He thinks perhaps..............
The sound of a babbling mountain brook.
The smell of peonies kissed by a morning's dew.
The color of sunlight when it last lights the evening sky.
The taste of a passion fruits nectar sweet upon his tongue.
Or, the touch of a warm Summer's wind on his cool skin.
Her grace and beauty is beyond his comprehension.
Until............
She opens her beautiful mouth and speaks,
'What the hell are you staring at you grotesque old fool? '
And with that.......
The fantasy inside him dies as he faces the truth.
There is no one meant only for him.
He wishes not to dream,
...........as it is too painful when he awakes.


Copyright ©2007 Ted G. Sheridan

Ted Sheridan

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