She....

The dawn breaks
Scattering her face with its first streaks
The azure in her eyes
Dancing its way through
The curtains of her eyelashes
Slowing welcoming another day.

The cool breeze swooshing
Caress the contours of her face
Ruffling -
The raven hair like gushing waterfalls

The magnificent golden globe
Spreading its rays
Like the feathers of a peacock
find its way
in the azure of her eyes -
they hold the blue of the sky...

The nostrils waltzing
to a practiced rhythm
The diamond on her nose
Twinkling like dazzling stars

Her lips - a full bloom
Shaded with the colour of rose
Curved like that
of a shrinking moon

She is the woman -
A mirror to her loved ones
A treasure box -
to which no-one holds the key...