By PoeticMeditations

Like a sudden flash of lightning on a cloudless day
I beheld an angelic being passing by my way
Fair of form with hair of gold cascading ’round her face
Heavy-lidded eyes of green, a smile full of grace
If I were an artist, I would capture her in paint
Her exquisite outer beauty and her inner saint
If I were a musician, I’d use voice, notes, and chords
But, alas, I am a poet who must use mere words
To try to capture this heaven-sent epiphany
This vision of loveliness for all eternity.


About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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