The soft, azure sky beyond distant forested eminence is in your eyes
The lapping lake a calm spectrum of laurel and lavender
Those depths a gentle flood of exquisite tranquility
Coruscations of sun wink the thin grass into mirrors of your shimmering hair
So graceful in mesmerizing cascades, like swallows on the wing
Bright carmine passion saplings sway in the wind
Ripe with the inflorescence brought by the coming warmth
Even their vivacious sincerity cannot begin to reflect the hue of your lips
In all the timeless beauty a slice of this heaven mails the senses
It is but a trite mimicry of your perfection