Any Given Sunday

She

She is beauty.
In her simplicity,
Her easy way,
Her gentle soul.
There is no fight
To kick against the fabric of life.
Rather a delight
To wrap this very cloth of life
Around her body and rejoice.
She generates warmth
That fills my very soul.
Her peace stills
My inner being.
I am enthralled,
Besotted and amazed.
I ask myself
How such a life is possible,
How one can be
So easy in this world.

She walks in front of me
And I take in her beauty.
She turns,
Flashes me a look
Of absolute joy,
A challenge to live!
I smile.
She is beauty
And it shines on me
Making me whole.