Beauty

I guess god has glorified the nature,
when he bestowed beauty upon her.
Trees set a pleasant gayle,
as she arrived to this world.
Warmed up were the winter chills,
assimilating her smile into them.
Her presence is like a breeze,
set in faire weather beginneth at dusk.
She is divination of light,
even night glowed taking pride in her.
Days would slip emptily,
were you always in thought of her.
Her mystifying looks will leave you,
with a puzzled countenance.
She is a beautiful stop,
in your mind's peregrination.
Wake up, as she might be true,
if you care for her existence.