She was lovely, in ways that transcended
her Beauty. She was lovely, for the way,
Her compassion glowed like a harbor moon.

She was lovely, beyond the glimmer,
of any dress she wore.
For her Beauty bloomed,
within the sensuous tenderness,
of her soul.

She was lovely, for her innate empathy,
to make others feel enchanting and beautiful just by her sweet presence.
She wasn't just lovely for her stunning beauty. She was lovely deeply within the sweet vineyard and garden of her soul.

She was lovely, in the exquisite ways,
her beauty kissed, soothed, and caressed.
It was like she was giving flowers that sweetly sighed like nightingales and midnight candles.

She was lovely, in the way her Beauty,
and kisses would shimmer like waves,
from the depths,
of her enchantingly tender soul.

She was lovely,
in the magical way,
she made others feel loved,
and lovely themselves.
She is lovely always. She is always lovely,
Like,
the champagne stars and a harbor moon
Reynaldo Casison