Soft contours all around her
Her lips catch little highlights
the shadows seem to murmur:
What’s there behind that glancing?
Her face aglow in sunlight
a warm day in the summer
A passing moment, just right
when light and shade are dancing.
Night closes in around her
shade leaving only dark hints
yet glimmers lasting linger
revealing curls and tresses
A look can last an instant
but fill a soul with ardor
to have that regard constant
beyond the hopeful guesses