Is She Not Beautiful?

While men can dream of dreamgirls still, While poets pen their rhymes, While there's the strength, the love, the will, Each plans for better times... Yet without her, is life so grand, Enough to say worthwhile? No heart says no, life would be bland Without her perfect smile... It's true, some girls are sweet of face, Quite winsome in a way, Incredible and full of grace, With smiles that make my day... Yet when she's seen, her twinkling eyes, Her smiles, her laughs, her hair, It's then I gently realise, That she's beyond compare... Her fashion sense sets her apart, So gaily she appears, With daily changes, chic and smart And how her accent cheers... She's full of fun, the giggly sort, So confident, so fine, No wonder, I've no second thought In wishing she were mine... There's something yet intangible, Beyond her female form, Beyond her mind so sensible, Her heart that's oh so warm... And that's the part I yearn to know, Beyond her cheek to touch, Beyond the lips if love should grow Till love's almost too much... While men can dream of dreamgirls still, While poets pen their rhymes, While there's the strength, the love, the will, Each plans for better times... Yet without her, is life so grand, Enough to say worthwhile? No heart says no, life would be bland Without her perfect smile... Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2013.