She Is Always Beautiful

I saw her colors I remember her perfumes Printed flowers of her exposing costumes In the pleasant winds of the early springs When my eyes had two naughty wings! Exposed in the summer I saw her appeal Imagined that she managed to conceal! I see her and that what she is not showing Smile to see her in the cold breeze blowing A cap, coats, overcoats partly concealing her But beauty is smiling, smartly revealing her What the men are? A naughty write of a woman! She creates, recreates, updates and makes a man. Weathers change but she is always beautiful Whether concealed or exposed she can lull She can make me sleeping, dreaming in a day Helpless! Being same old Adam, made of clay!