Catherine
Never seen From Aeon to Aeon
Thousands going into millions
The beautiful smile on your face
Are like waves that leap and leap
Waiting for a calm storm, to kneel to
The sweetest of fragrances follow you,
Yet sails your lips, a perfect symmetry
Of wonder and awe engulfed in naivete.
We saw you tending the gardens and picking the flowers in a basket that had
The scent of chrysanthemums. Your hair
Was caught up in the wind, but we watched as the heavens smiled at
You, ever so carefully the day always brightened when you availed your presence.
Delicately picking the flowers,
The love that you feel for them, is the same love I feel and savor in my heart for you. The mountains couldn't be compared
To your Figure, standing firm and Majestic
Ever so petite ever so pure, Nose like carved sculptures from lost works of Auguste Rodin or Picasso. Waist slender like Single princesses from the Cleopatra.
Day falls into night, and I ask the sky to wave its hands. Gently she walks into her
Carriage as her prince courtly bows and kisses delicate fingers. Heads turn and Necks return back to business and the Princes can breathe again at the absence of her beauty. The square is empty again
And Her prince once again thanks the stars for his love. She puts her head on his shoulders. This be the lady of the House. Her presence always noticed from Kingdom to Kingdom. Oblivious to her surroundings and the effect she causes
*Lady Catherine Sleeps off*
Written by Michael Idiong
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