How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
If thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state!
Your form, from a distance, portrays power
of divine gift—how limber limbs, figure
curved classic draw eyes’ respect like towers
constructed for praising goddesses. Your
eyes control our universe, it seems, from
your face’s oval frame as souls face you
at close range, curtain of golden hair prom-
ising graceful stages—gentle venues
offering romantic comedy, smart
drama to crush the heart. Lips’ curved platform
displays more than words express. Still it starts
always with grace, lifting you to conform
with light, revealing honest essence—glow
letting me applaud you more than you know.
Roger Armbrust
November 12, 2010
