She Is Beautiful

I will tell you a story, a story of a girl I know.
I will tell you a story I tell myself daily (at least of late).
I will narrate to you what I would dare tell her one day; and what I rehearse in my mind and in my heart, and in my soul time after time.
I will tell you what I know, and what you would want you to know.

I will tell you of her beauty.

She is beautiful.
She is so beautiful.
She is beautiful from the elegance in her walk to the spawns of her lips.

You can see it yourself and confess that indeed she is beautiful.

Her hair feels like the velvety petals of Bougainvillea flowers, like the red roses and the chubs of a new born.
Her cheeks glow like the moon - like the full moon - starrily gleaming in the harangue of an ugly world.
Her eyes, her lashes, her brows are well placed on her face - just like lilies place themselves on still waters - with peace and beauty when a cool breeze whirls through them.
Her neck stands tall, yeah it stands tall like the grasses of the sages in the wild.
Her chin and her neck are the most lovely combination I've ever seen - a reflection and excellence of angelic reality.
Her shoulders, her countenance and her very presence makes me feel like this moment with her is borrowed - like I don't deserve it
Yes, she is so beautiful...

Her personality is like a rock - steady and firm, reassuring and real.

Her devotion to the works of her fingers - those beautiful fingers - is impeccable. She makes you want to meet her mother.

Her heart is the gold of her personality. She belongs to God. She is His child. She is a gem. She is gold.

Her smile soothes me away into forgetfulness. I lose my words. I lose my many words.

Her mind, her brain, her plans... O, I am hypnotized!

Yes, I am.

Yes, she is beautiful.

But I don't know if she knows it - that she is beautiful.
I also don't know how she does it or how she feels about her beauty.
Maybe she breathes a different air from the rest of her kin.
Maybe she travels from the outer world to Earth everyday to haunt us with her magnificence.
Maybe she eats fruits from the God's Garden itself.
Or maybe she takes Australian bush tucker for her breakfast.
Or our African stuff pounded in a Mexican Molcajete.
Maybe she comes from places of deep where they walk on diamonds and are dressed with rubies.
Maybe she walks with angels. Probably they are her friends.
I just don't know how a creature can be this beautiful.

She is so beautiful.

The other day I was tempted to tell her.
Yeah, I was. I was tempted to tell her about her beauty.
I was tempted to ask her, "Lady, how come you are this beautiful?"
Then I became shy. Her smile almost killed me. I don't know how, but it did.
You should have seen it - the smile. It inspires me to write songs. To write songs in praise of her beauty.

Then the other day (a day different from the first one), I dreamt.
I think she now lives in my dreams. She does. Or I really want her to. Or both.
I dreamt that we were gone, gone together is a place far away.
That we were holding hands and I was whispering tiny little things into her ears (like the ones I'm saying here).
And that she was staring at me with those golden eyes.
And that she was blushing - and I with her was embracing this opportunity with both hands, a hug, and colossal mesmerism.
I dreamt that I was wanting to ask her to be mine.
Then I woke up. I had overslept. You can imagine how I felt. Bad.
The beauty of the moment to be just faded away.

So now I sit here perturbed. Imagining things. 

Wondering if the dream was true. Or if it can ever be true.
You see, I'm not that cute. But she is.
Will we compliment each other?
The beauty and the beast, huh? Maybe?
She lit up a fire of love. In me.
One that had died. One that had long been abandoned.
And I am now promising myself funny things...

But for now, all I can say is that she is beautiful...

Yes she is.

Bonface Morris.