The Grace Of Vanity

When I sleep

I dream of her face,

And the whispers of her voice

Sounds like a gentle lullaby.

What is she doing to my spirit?

And why am I drawn to her essences?

Could she be the blessing that I have been wait for?

For a girl like her is one of a kind,

And a fool like me

Wouldn’t mind waiting for her in vanity.

If there was a way for me to illustrate my thoughts,

So that she may see my admiration.

I would demonstrate

An affection so brilliantly

Even scholars would label her the Mona Lisa of our time.

And in time the sight of her

Will linger in the thoughts of all man

As an expression of beauty

As well as a model of elegance.

I prey that you

My princess never stops moving

To that rhythm that ripples from your glory,

So I can forever marvel at the gravity that lures me to your grace.

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~