ONE PIECE OF WORK THAT I CONSIDER TO BE AMONGST MY FINEST... THE ONLY REGRET IS THAT I WROTE IT!!

Where do I start, where do I end,
As we sit down to spend
Some time to under-
Stand the eighth wonder.

The Craftsman surely took His time,
To weave her silken silhouette so sublime
Her walk so supple, flowing like a stream
Like an angel in your dream.

Those eyes make your head swirl
As stunning as a black pearl
The sparkle, the gleam and the vivacious spark
Lights up souls even darker than the dark.

If ice made up all the hearts,
A smile would wreck havoc in the parts
Of the world with the ice belt
As it will surely make them melt

Those black tresses make everything seem pale
Dancing around to welcome a gale
Infusing the spirits with her ambrosial charm
Her essence so benign spreads like a swarm

Radiance emanating to all and one
Aura so implicit, outshines the sun
Simplicity personified in truest sense
Honeyed tones accentuate her voice eloquence
Mountains are moved with her touch
Impetuous charm of hers is such